<strong>MAXYM GONCHARUK, NPC DINER</strong><br/><br/>Standing with his associates at the entrance of the restaurant, Maxym noticed two things. Firstly, several others were waiting outside with him, just outside the lift and in front of the closed smoked glass door, with two gorillas of Polish bouncers. Second, smoking in public buildings in the UK is apparently against the law, and they wouldn't take a bribe. Thus, his patience thinned quickly, until the bouncers received orders in their earpieces to open the business. They carefully scrutinised his light coal-grey suit, then let him in after hearing he had a reservation and an East European accent. They knew that the accent was a sign of a man likely to order chamber pots of Moët, and even tip them on his way out.<br/><br/>The general manager showed Goncharuk and his associates Milevskiy and Petrolenko to a cosy table with plush armchairs, where they leered towards the kitchen, waiting to be served and eager to see why this place was all you ever heard about on the slopes of Courchevel.