Sitting comfortably in the VIP room of his casino, that madman Dante Morandi with his cigar in his hand smiles cruelly and sadistically to the man who is kneeling on the ground in front of him: he was clearly beaten before, he looks scared and is trembling. Dante takes a drag from his cigar, his voice rough, boisterous and smug.

"You didn't pay the bribe again Paul... what should I do with you hm?"

He glances to his left still grinning disturbingly.

"What should I do with him, my sugar darling?"