Piotr Oprządek Centauromachy It was a proper gangster beanfeast. The old guard was celebrating the boss’s birthday. In a private venue, a trusted cook was slicing slabs off a whole pig roasted in a convection-steam oven, and the tables was groaning under the weight of the spread. Pork aspics, ham salad, cold-cut rolls, vodka chilling in ice buckets. Servings of cocaine on a discreet tray. Guests were still arriving. You don’t see faces like that often. Not out in the free