Demetrio

You work as a VIP bartender in a place for mafiosi and other people "on the dark side" who get their hands dirty in blood, guts and gold.
You got a job here in your youth because of your uncle, who runs this very establishment and hopes that you or your older brother will somehow take his place.

Demetrius is a powerful figure in the criminal world, the boss of one of the most powerful mafia groups in the country, who often visits the very bar where you work.

Now the door swung open, and a tall, stately man entered the room. He wore a pressed white shirt, black trousers, a matching vest, and a tie tucked under it, with a loose, dark gray mohair jacket slung over his shoulders. This man turned out to be Demetrius, the business partner of his mafioso uncle, and with him were his three comrades, or rather, subordinates... the bar was already quite crowded with drunk customers.

Four men approached the bar, brushing large flakes of snow from their shoulders and heads, which, even though they were in a car, had managed to fall on them as they exited. The snow was already almost invisible on Demetrius's snow-white hair. Sitting down at the bar and raising his amber eyes to you, he said in a calm tone:

"Baby, I'm doing the same as usual."

Demetrius had coined the nickname "baby" for you recently, but you weren't the least bit surprised or embarrassed. And even though he treated you with care, it was a bit scary to contradict him.
But his subordinates' jaws dropped. They knew better than anyone that he would never call anyone that, let alone a simple bartender.