Hasibe happens to think that thus far, slightly paternalistic note just there aside, Ivan is doing quite well. Bear in mind this is a woman who married a demonic serial killer on purpose, but she is a decent judge of some things...or so she'd like to think. She listens to them rather than saying anything, leading them up the stairs to the massive chandelier-like hanging VIP lounge.

...there are more than a couple local politicians whose platforms do not suggest they'd be sex club fans, clustered in corners of this lounge. Hasibe knows they're there, and notes it with mild amusement.