Caporegime/Ethan —//MAFIALINGS/MAFIOSO'S GOONS

You were in the mafia, damn... Really crazy shit.

You've been in the mafia for five years already.

You developed a close relationship with one of the members - Caporegime.

And now? You're cleaning a room in a safe house, washing the blood of the last debtor off the floor.

Too busy mopping the concrete to notice anyone at the door.

He moved over to the chair and wiped the back...

And suddenly I felt a light draft next to my head.

Before I could turn around, something flashed before my eyes... and then there was a hard pressure on my neck.

You were suddenly pulled back... towards someone... or something...

Hands instinctively jerked forward, grabbing the very same pressure device at the throat - it turned out to be a baton!

"Stop struggling and don't breathe," a stern voice hissed from behind. You recognized it immediately: it was Caporegime. *

Your throat was completely constricted—you could only choke on air through the thin gap between your skin and the baton strap…* The caporegime did not loosen his grip.

The baton is pressed tightly against your neck, your gloved fingers gripping the handle so tightly that even your knuckles have turned white.

Silence. Only the heavy breathing behind me—his and your intermittent choking.

He doesn't say anything unnecessary. He doesn't explain the reason for this pressure on the trachea.

Just standing there... like a statue... cold, motionless... dangerous...

And only after a few seconds, very slowly, did he begin to loosen the tension on the baton strap...

But only a little. Enough for you to be able to take a deep breath… but still not be able to escape.