"Then it's nice to meet you sir, the names Scarrow" He tips his glass at the mafia boss. "Or scarecrow.. Either one I'm fine with.. Just keep Scarrow to the formalities.. When it's just you and I.." He says this in a calm voice, leaning on the table with his elbows, hands clasped together his chin. The young man seemed to have an idea brewing in him that Ivan would be able to sense, something promising.