"You talk as if you own the place." He gives a glance around, then a quick once-over of Hasibe, as though to say he probably wouldn't be working the floor if he owned a place like this. Then again, maybe she likes her job.

"What I want right now -" Antonin looks pensive, then chuckles. "I'm almost fifty. We are simple creatures with simple tastes. Vodka and a pretty woman for company. Who can ask for more?"

Well, besides supreme power, wealth, and fame.