Under the soft pink lights, the sound of giggling at every table harmonizes with the heavy notes of jazz.

In the air so thick it feels suffocating, an expressionless man surrounded by an unusual number of women holds a cigar loosely in his mouth, his gaze fixed on only one person.

Women smelling of pungent perfume cling to his arms and stroke the medals on his chest, but he simply sits with his legs crossed, staring only at the spot where you are.