Tony seemed a lot more … witty, and sophisticated, than Zechariah recalled him being.

He planted a finger against his cheek in thought, swirling his drink in his right hand.

“Russian goyim or Russian Jews?” he asked, then let out a huff of a life. “Definitely Russian goyim,” he decided a breath after.

His eyes went back to Sonia and the dashing gentleman with her. Business partner …? He shook his head.

“Not unless she secured it in the last week,” he said. “We just went over the paperwork.”