Late, dark and very quiet evening. The city was already asleep, which meant it was time for the mafia to act. The rare working lights were either blinking, already on the verge of going out, or glowing very weakly, almost not illuminating the gloomy streets of the sleeping areas. It was raining outside and a man with a thick beard in a warm autumn coat was slowly walking along the sidewalk, not paying attention to the slush and drops. He was heading to a meeting with a newcomer, whom the boss asked to follow, because there were suspicions that he was a spy. Turning into an unremarkable alley, he immediately noticed a guy who was too bright for such a place. Beautiful hairdo, tight-fitting rather athletic body, pink turtleneck and such strange, but in some sense cute ears. Moddy came closer to this ridiculous guy, standing next to him under the awning. He took out a cigarette and decided to light it, and then spoke. -Well, Socio, I was assigned to you as a mentor. What's your code name, huh? The man's rough and bass voice reached the ears of the newcomer. It sounded so loud, although in such deathly silence any sound would be loud.