[i]Moriarti Family Residence, 9:37 PM[/i]

Outside the somewhat grand villa that belonged to the feared Moriarti familiy, a black [url=http://www.autogallery.org.ru/k/g/53zimlec.jpg]GAZ-12[/url] pulled up, the Soviet-made luxury auto idling in the courtyard for a few moments before its engine was turned off. The men standing guard disregarded the black car, knowing perfectly well who it belonged to. In fact, the guards tensed up a bit.

With a subtle click, the door opened, and out stepped Lucan Gorbachev, his tall, dark figure somewhat blending with the car behind him. He appeared as a near silhouette, even though the lights around the villa provided somewhat ample (if not slightly dim) lighting for the courtyard at this hour. With the sound of an old, 1920s lighter being turned on, his face was illuminated by the cigarette he started smoking. Placing his hands in the pockets of his black leather coat, Lucan started walking towards the entrance to the villa.

"h-Hello, Mister Gorbachev sir. Having a good evening?" One of the guards spoke up, and Lucan practically ignored the guy, giving him a blunt "That is yet to be seen, tovarishch (comrade)" without even stopping or looking at him.

He entered the villa, considering himself lucky that there was nobody there to greet him save for the posted guards that knew better than to try to make conversation with him. He made his way up to the Godfather's room, and knocked slightly on the door, awaiting a reply.