Ron Wood has given up trying to kick booze and given up his wife
Jo, who's now divorcing him, to spend out what remains of his existence with tarty little Russian waitress
Ekaterina Ivanova. Clearly, Ron harbors a fantasy of dying of a heart attack in bed with some hot-blooded skank. By the looks of him I'd say he'll be fulfilling said wish, oh, just about any minute. Unless he dies in his sleep first.