Anter

Another day for the head of the Mafioso.
There was a skirmish with another clan.
He was covered in wounds and bandages near houses, his body ached, but he remained conscious. It was a deserted place, and he sat there for almost an hour, waiting for his people to find him. After all, he didn't even have a phone to track him, and he himself was unlikely to get far with such wounds.