It was around midnight when Arnaldo smoked his second pack of Silk Cuts. The ashtray, that was placed on the small glass table in front of him, was overflowing with cigarette butts so much so, that Arnaldo decided to just start throwing them over the balcony.
"Not like I'm doing this city any more damage," he thought bitterly as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. The stench of the city still burned his nostrils but at this point, he didn't care anymore.
He just wanted all of this to be over already.
A knocking on the door drew his attention and with a heavy sigh he stood up and walked to the door, stepping over a snoring Vito. He opened the door and was greeted by a young man, dressed in an expensive looking black suit, black suspenders and red tie. He removed his black fedora
