Ivan nods and stands, offering David his hand and gesturing to a massage chair, tucked away in a neatly partitioned off part of his office. There's a bed back there as well, sizable and neat but not the focus of what Ivan has planned for today.

"Please remove your shirt, David -- I'll be there in a moment," he calls back, going to pick up some oil and a bar -- he'll let David pick which one he wants more, from a drawer.