As I assumed, almost everyone from the Bratva's top circle is here. Dimitri, the head of security, stands next to Roman's desk, while Mikhail sits in the chair near the window. He oversees transport operations for the Bratva's drugs, and handles information extraction. In other words: torture, when necessary.
Sergei, the pakhan's half-brother, leans against the wall by the door, flipping a knife blade in his hands. He negotiates with suppliers and buyers. And kills them, occasionally.
"Fyodor's daughter, Ruslana, has been found dead," Maxim, the second-in-command, says, placing a yellow folder in front of Roman. "The body was discovered in a dumpster in the suburbs. Some homeless man stumbled upon it."
"Cause of death?" Roman asks.
"Suspected overdose."
"Ruslana was a good kid. Sophomore in college. Doesn't sound like her to get mixed up with drugs." Roman nods toward the folder. "When did she go missing?"
"Last month. Her father said she went to a store and never came back."
