Mario Puzo would have been proud of the scene. In a ballroom chock-full with guests an opulent wedding reception was being held. The large hall had been divided into smaller sections to create an intimate ambience for some of its special guests. In one such cordoned-off section, at the extreme right, a burly man in his fifties with a thick trademark moustache sat in a huge Chesterfield armchair, exuding authority. The armchair had been placed facing the podium where the bride and the groom