10 PM - Eastern Europe
The air in Bucharest was cold and crisp as Magnus, Fergus, and Regan stood outside the airport, waiting. The stars above were faint against the city's light, and the three men remained silent, their eyes scanning the surroundings.
A sleek black car pulled up in front of them, its tinted windows reflecting the dim airport lights. The door opened, and a tall man stepped out. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his presence exuding authority. This was Viktor Dragos, the Second in Command to the Capo. His sharp blue eyes surveyed the group before he extended a hand to Magnus.
"Welcome to Eastern Europe, Alpha Magnus," Viktor greeted, his Romanian accent thick but clear.
Magnus shook his hand firmly. "It's good to meet you, Viktor."