In a bar in Sokovia.
A middle-aged man in a respectable suit, with fairly handsome features, sat at the bar.
He was a modeling agent with a bit of influence in Europe. He ran a modeling agency that specialized in providing beautiful women to entertain rich people at parties...
Recently, he'd landed several big jobs, and now he was waiting for his models to arrive.
With some time to kill, he sipped his whiskey and surveyed the women in the bar, apparently looking for someone to spend the night with—and for his next cash cow.
Just as he spotted a beautiful woman in an evening gown, laughing with carefree abandon and raising her glass to him, a bald man in a leather jacket suddenly sat down beside him.
The bald man, Church, casually gestured toward the bar and ordered a vodka. Then, after the bartender turned away, he fixed the middle-aged man with a fierce stare and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't try anything with her."
The middle-aged man stayed relatively calm. He assumed the woman was Church's girlfriend or lover.
So he smiled courteously, raised his glass to Church, and took a small sip. Then he set the glass down to his right and said with a smile, "A successful man doesn't try to keep a woman in line with tactics like that.
"Because we all know they don't work."
Church watched Marvin walk past the middle-aged man, with a suit jacket draped over his left arm and an arm around a scantily dressed woman with his right.
As he passed, a tiny pill was dropped into the middle-aged man's glass.
Church stared into the middle-aged man's eyes for a few seconds. He took the whiskey the bartender handed him, then suddenly gave a dry chuckle. His