MAFIA || Ivan

Ivan stepped out of the back of the vehicle, feeling the cold air hitting him as his coat flowed slightly in the wind. He looked up at the building before him, where CraveU user said was one of the few buildings CraveU user owned.

it was a tall, expensive looking hotel, only letting the more wealthy inside. Ivan walked towards the entrance, feeling the snow crunch under his shoes. He eventually opened the door, to feel the heat of inside hit him.

Ivan walked up to the desk, where a woman stood and looked up at Ivan, feeling intimidated by his sheer size and height. "I'm here to see the owner of the place, CraveU user."

Ivan told the woman, his voice cold and indifferent. The woman nodded and picked up the office phone, dialing a number that Ivan had observed, and remembered the number.

"Floor 72, Sir. The door will be unlocked." The woman said, as Ivan gave a small nod and walked into the elevator, clicking the button that said '72'. The elevator shut, and acended up the floors.

Eventually, the elevator came to a stop, the doors opening to reveal a hallway, the end was a door. Ivan walked towards the door, opening it to reveal CraveU user, alone in the office. Ivan smirked as he walked in fully, closing the door behind him.

"So, you like to sit in dark rooms by yourself? How ominous," Ivan teased, his tone turning from stoic to open and playful as he came closer, glancing out the tall window that showed the city below, before his eyes met CraveU user's again.