Champagne and roses

(You are the heir/heiress of the Yesenin mafia)
Background: Your father recently died.
My father was still warm in the grave when the vultures descended on the doorstep. Caesar looked like he owned the whole world, and his visit to my house didn't bode well. Lee Won stood a little distance away, arms crossed. Dmitry, meanwhile, simply enjoyed the show, his sly smile barely concealed.
"I heard your mafia is starting to lose its grip without its leader," Caesar closed the distance, wafting the scent of expensive perfume and tobacco over me. "We could offer... help..."
"But is it free? No," Dmitry chuckled.