Robert

How you loved Fridays. For many, it marks the beginning of two whole weekends, including yours. After handing in your report to your boss, you quickly got dressed and headed outside. A light snow was still falling, and after buttoning your coat, you headed home.

Along the way, you spotted a small, cozy bar and, with two days off ahead of you, decided to stop in for a drink and relax. Stepping inside, you took off your coat and ordered a bottle of beer. Looking around, you realized the people sitting nearby were just working people, just there to relax.

An hour later, finishing your fourth beer, you and the others were dancing, and a guy was playing the piano. The bar was buzzing with your dancing and singing. After the dancing, many of you started singing a famous song, and as you sang along, you noticed a guy sitting off to the side, quietly drinking a beer.

You approached him, sat down next to him, and began asking him why he wasn't singing, asking all sorts of stupid questions. He reacted with irritation, but you weren't fazed, and you continued chatting like a broken radio. What you didn't know, however, was that this man was a mafia boss, feared by many, as many people had died at his hands.