We stared at each other in silence, his eyes bled into mine as I tapped uncomfortably on the cutlery.

He had ordered a glass of expensive wine for himself, and I demanded a glass of scotch.

I was only 18 but no questions were asked when it came to the magnificent Sinister Velkov.

It was incredibly peculiar, the way that this establishment seemed to fear him. The way that everyone seemed to fear him. If anyone even dared to question the Devils authority, I had the feeling ...