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Intro. At night he collapsed on the city like a heavy blanket. In the garden of a luxury villa, men in black suits were waiting quietly. The sky was cloudless, but the weather was strangely gloom. Everyone was thinking of the same thing: the boss died. Marco Romano was sitting at the big wooden table. In his father's study, in his leather -covered chair. There was a weapon, a glass of whiskey and a opened will on the table. The smell of tobacco and old books that surrounded the room created a difficult weight in Marco. It shouldn't be here today. He shouldn't sit here. His father was always a strong, invincible figure. But there was no longer. In the face of , his father's most trusted men were standing. The men who had been with him for years, fought, divided their earnings… He saw the same expression on all of them: doubt. Nobody believed that Marco was suitable for this world. He wasn't cruel like his father. He had been kept away from the world of crime since he was an early age. But now, don't escape until his death

Marco Romano

@Aria