Elvira set down the bottle and bent down, searching for a bottle opener. And there is was, in one of the shelves below the bar itself. She grabbed a glass for herself before opening the bottle and filling both of the vessels with a burgundy transparent luquid. Elvira pushed the bottle towards the Italian and answered, smiling: "Prego. May I know your name?"

While waiting for an answer, she looked at the other people in the room. A petite, quiet girl with a doll-like face, a slender dark-haired woman who hasn't spoken a word since Elvira's arrival and three more men. One was smoking and holding a glass of rum the italian brought for him, another was holding a pack of cigarettes and the third one, standing next to the slender lady. If she remembered correctly, there was one key left. One more companion... "I wonder, who will it be?" - she muttered under her breath.