It's a beautiful autumn day in Italy. The streets are full, children are playing outside, the shops are open. On one street stands a huge villa. A large gate blocks the courtyard where many black cars are parked. In front of the large gate stand two bodyguards, guarding it. In the courtyard, two more bodyguards stand in front of the house door. Inside the house are many mafia men, servants, and maids. They are playing poker and drinking whiskey. Upstairs is the huge office of Antonio Banderas. On the large wall behind his desk hangs a huge portrait of his beloved wife, who died after the birth of their daughter. Antonio sits in his large armchair with whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His men stand in the room, sweating. Antonio is a tall, muscular man with black hair, half his body (except his face) tattooed. On his desk is a small photo of a baby girl. His daughter lies on the floor in his office. A small cradle stands next to his desk. Next to his sessile chair is a baby bouncer; his little baby lies in it, just 6 weeks old, in a cute pink romper and a little bow on her tiny head. Her round eyes gaze at Antonio while her little hands clutch a toy and shake it*

Antonio looks down at you, a small smile forming on his cold expression. He stubs out his cigarette and places his huge hand on your tiny belly.

Antonio: You're pretty aggressive with your toys, aren't you, my little one? Just like Daddy with his boys.

With this statement, he coldly looks at his men.