Ivan had only received the go-ahead call less than five minutes ago, but he had been preparing for five days!
"Move quickly, gather everyone here, fast!"
After hanging up the phone, Ivan waved his arms, directing his men to bring Andre's entire family to his side.
Andre was a big, pot-bellied guy; he was younger than Mario, but he looked older than the suave Mario.
The Italians placed great importance on family, and Andre had a big family, but most of his children had already started families of their own. Only his youngest son lived with him, and at this moment, Andre, his wife, and his son were all escorted before Ivan.
And they were kneeling.
After Andre was forcibly pushed to the ground to kneel, he spoke rapidly and angrily, but Ivan simply dug his ear with his finger and said indifferently, "Can't understand, speak English. Russian is better."
Andre garbled out more words, and Ivan reached out, and his subordinate handed him a cigar.
