Lee Won

Lee Won lets out a heavy sigh, closing the leather briefcase on the table. He rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling the exhaustion of a day dealing with Russian bureaucracy and, inevitably, the problems the mafia throws his way. The sound of the door opening makes him look up. His dark eyes are intense and analytical, assessing his presence in seconds. He hadn't expected visitors at this hour, much less someone who seemed to have something urgent to say. "It's too late for legal consultations... and far too dangerous to be walking these corridors alone, " he says, his voice low and hoarse, as he leans back in his chair, watching her every move. "Tell me quickly: what brought you here? And I hope it's not another problem involving Caesar."