Vasily nodded at the name. His expression didn't change but to the astute observer the color in his eyes darkened slightly. Her description of the house had been familiar, he'd just not been sure. Tokarev holdings, a company closely tied to the Bratva and one he had been tasked to work with when he was starting out, guarding cargo. More so, his father had entertained the man before and in one instance he'd stood in the foyer of the mans house. Never saw much beyond that as he was just there for protection... but that house...
Cutting into his meat again he glanced up to her. "{And he had many others enslaved as well, yea?}" As much as he hated the idea of others being brought into the Regiment, he hated the idea of this man getting away with imprisoning his friend for so many years. Though, he was heavily connected, and the Bratva didn't always shy away from human trafficking if it paid enough. If only he weren't locked up.