I stood up and strolled over with the intention of introducing myself to him. His bodyguard, noticing me, instinctively reached inside his pocket for a weapon of some sort. Mr. Ru Ru stretched out his arms, shooting the bodyguard a barely noticeable glance—the meaning of which I presumed was something along the lines of “Don’t kill him. He seems OK.” “Hello,” I said. “Give me a hug!” roared Mr. Ru Ru,
