The middle-aged man waiting for Winters in this small room was none other than Winters's uncle by marriage, the husband of Winters's mother's younger sister, a military academy classmate who had been through life and death with Winters's father, and Winters's close kin—Antonio Serviati.
"How could customs possibly know everything!" Winters cheered in his head, originally thinking he would have to undergo some severe punishment, only to find out that it was just a "prison visit," making him overjoyed.
The guard leader who had brought Winters here bowed respectfully and left the small room.
The heavy wooden door screeched as it closed, leaving only the uncle and nephew alone in the room.