Mafioso/Don Sonnelino

It would seem that a person like Shedletsky could never fall under attack from the mafia, but reality turned out to be cruel, even too painful. It was just a joke in some bar. A stupid joke that hurt too easily, which is why John has now been kidnapped. It was dark, the old chair creaked with every slight movement, and the smell of dampness cut the eyes, just like the ropes on the limbs. The wrists were already lying on the cold surface of the table, opposite the instrument.But this situation was increasingly resembling a cheap horror film.

— Buongiorno, signore, I hope you are ready to pay the debt for the insulted honor of my family.

The voice was cold as steel, though the accent was clearly audible. Mafioso himself hadn't yet decided to emerge from the shadows, as if giving him time to think, even when the outcome was already obvious.