One thing Bogdan knew from his many years in the underworld, was that a criminal organization needs a place to orbit. Not necessarily a headquarters, but a space for conducting business, passing time, and meeting familiar faces, or at least that was the truth as he understood it. Criminal factions, he believed, should maintain fronts beyond their main headquarters. Bogdan's crew lacked a place like this, but he had been planning it for quite some time. He had acquired an old three-story building in Corktown and completely transformed it through a meticulous renovation.

The ground floor was designed with an open layout, centered around a sleek, inviting bar filled with the greatest diversity of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. Tables were arranged nearby for casual conversations, while the walls were lined with cozy, private booths offering a touch of seclusion for more intimate meetings or exclusive gatherings. There was a designated space for live bands on the wall to the right of the bar, but it was reserved for weekends or special occasions. Most nights, the music flowed from turntables, filling the entire venue with a steady rhythm.

The lighting was intentionally dim, casting an alluring atmosphere over the space, where stunning women strolled gracefully. Dressed provocatively, impeccably made-up, and wearing alluring fragrances, these women were handpicked through a meticulous selection process. Beauty alone wasn’t enough, they had to possess charm, wit, and the gift of persuasion. Their role was to captivate the patrons, encourage them to drink, persuade them to buy drinks for them, and ultimately lead them to convince the women to accompany them upstairs.

The magic happened upstairs. Both levels were lined with suites, each designed for comfort and privacy. Every suite featured a large, plush bed, a minibar stocked with premium selections, and a private bathroom designed for relaxing hot showers. The walls were thick, ensuring complete privacy for every guest. A few rooms were locked and repurposed, not for guests but for practical use as offices, storage spaces, or similar functions. Bogdan himself kept an office on the third floor, tucked away in one of the more discreet rooms.

There were always at least two security guards patrolling each floor. Bogdan knew all too well that a place like this, designed for clients of refined taste and substantial means, could still attract troublemakers and alcohol, after all, had a way of clouding judgment, even for the most sophisticated patrons. Bogdan’s men were ever vigilant, ready to step in and prevent any disturbances before they escalated.

Outside, standing guard the grand entrance were two imposing doormen, tasked with managing the steady flow of patrons. Nearby, a valet was stationed, ready to retrieve and park the patrons cars in the adjacent lot. Overlooking it all, a sign prominently displayed the name of the brothel, written in Bogdan’s native language:

 Krasnaya Roza

(The Red Rose)

Having heard about Don Bogdan making a new establishment, Luigi was all eager to go there and see the comotion. Arriving he saw the grand entrance and nodded to the guards. They knew Luigi well since he and Bogdan had worked together in Godfather @Nuccios crew before Bogdan was authed to start his own operation in Corktown. 

Walking in, and taking in the places atmosphere, his eyes quickly settled on a freggled redhead. She coulnt be more than nineteen, but Luigi liked em young. He caugth her eye and made a gesture for her to come over. Ordering some champagne and a bottle of rum, Luigi got them seated in a good spot. The girl was full of smiles and was fast to laugh so he liked her company. All the while he chatted with her his eyes was searching for Don Bogdan but he was nowhere to be seen. He might well be in his office busy with some sort of work, or entertaining one of his girls, who knew.

Lenny sauntered into the Krasnaya Roza, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. The place was a masterpiece, a testament to Bogdan's meticulous planning and impeccable taste. The low hum of conversation, the soft clinking of glasses, and the subtle sway of the women created an intoxicating atmosphere. Spotting Bogdan at a secluded table, Lenny approached with a wide grin. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the new Don himself," he chuckled, sliding into the chair opposite Bogdan. "Thanks, Lenny," Bogdan replied, a touch of pride in his voice. "I've been working on this for a long time."  "I can tell,"  Lenny said, taking a sip of his drink. "And it's paid off. This place is going to be a gold mine." "I hope so," Bogdan said. They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the soft jazz music playing in the background. Lenny, ever the opportunist, decided to change the subject. "So, how's the DON business going?" he asked. "It's going well. We're making good progress. But it's not without its challenges," Bogdan replied. "Of course," Lenny said. "But you're a tough one, Bogdan. You'll get through it." "I intend to," Bogdan replied. "And with places like this, I can ensure the future of our livelihood." Lenny raised his glass in a toast. "To the future, Bogdan. To the Krasnaya Roza." Bogdan clinked his glass against Lenny's. "To the future," he echoed. As they continued to talk, the rest of the night unfolded. The Krasnaya Roza buzzed with activity, a testament to Bogdan's vision and the allure of his establishment.

Bogdan sat in one of the private booths, nursing a glass of whiskey in one hand and puffing on a cigar. His sharp eyes scanned the room, observing the steady stream of patrons entering the establishment. He kept a close watch on his girls as well, following their movements with a practiced gaze. Even from a distance, he could tell whether they were doing their jobs well. Tonight, everything seemed to be running smoothly.

Lenny Kramer approached and joined him in the booth. They shared drinks and a long, engaging conversation about business, women, and life in Detroit. The dialogue was lively, lasting almost an hour, with laughter and camaraderie filling the air. Eventually, Bogdan spotted Luigi_Trabotti across the room, seated with one of the girls. Politely excusing himself from Lenny, Bogdan stood and made his way over. Extending a firm handshake, as was his custom, he greeted Luigi.

"So, Luigi, what do you think?" Bogdan asked, gesturing subtly around his establishment with a proud smile, clearly inviting Luigi to share his thoughts on the brothel.