"Oh no.." Interjected Madam, raising a finger in the air, taking in a large puff of smoke. The owner was a righteous man, worse, he was a righteous man with no cash of his own. Why not crush his dream?
"He was, most likely, still is worse than ten of those inner demons put together. But why he wanted to start a bar is beyond me, far beyond me." The Russian glanced around, wrapping her fingers around the base of the martini glass. She would pause for a sip.
"You didn't sign anything over, right? Your soul, house, dog, wife?"