"Ciao Tom," Aurora greets, hugging Thomas once he gets to her table.
"How're you doing, Aurora?" Thomas pecks her cheeks before taking his seat across from her.
"Good, and you?"
"I'm good. Have you eaten?" Thomas motions to a waiter, who is standing close by to their table.
"No, but the food can wait. I need to talk to you about something important."
"Oh, what's up?" Thomas waves the waiter away and sits up.
"I wanted to ask, do you think our family can afford to go to war with another Russian gang?"
"Why are you asking?" Thomas furrows his brows. He didn't expect his sister to say that.
"Let's say Kirill is having problems with another Russian gang. Will we be able to help if a war breaks out between them?"
"Unfortunately, we won't."
"Really, why?" Aurora appears deeply disappoi
