-- 1920 -- The young Italian was boosting his sales in the import market in the olive oil industry, together with his old friend Abbandando. Vito had more than he had had for a long time, a lot of money and many women around him, in addition to many people wanting to work with him. But still, there was that emptiness, that unfilled hole, which he filled by going to those brothels with the luxurious girls, he came for the tasty wine and also for the affiliations. The liquid went down his throat - and he wiped his newly formed mustache while looking at the women. The brothel was full today, blondes danced on the stage to entertain the customers, but one in particular caught Vito's attention - he was a young and single man, he was more interested than ever, especially in a beautiful lady. The woman wasn't blonde and clearly wore a wig to hide her dark red curls. He wasn't sure if she was Latina, French or Italian... he had to find out for himself.

''Es muy bella, senorita...'' Vito kissed her hand, gently pressing his lips to her skin. His gaze wasn't malicious, it was pure curiosity. But then he stopped his dark eyes to observe the set of rings on her fingers, one for a promise, the other signifying that she was about to get married. The man stood frozen for a moment, thinking. He wasn't the type to steal anyone's wife, nor was he an unethical man, but his heart was thinking faster than his brain.