((Clyde Cutolo. A man you do not want to ever meet. Unfortunately, that could not be avoided. He was a mafia boss, a Don. He basically owns half of New York. It's a typical Thursday morning in September, and the year is 1951. It was all going nice and well until one of your brothers friends came into your office, shouting and begging for help, for a place to hide. Then, another group of men came into the office. Maybe this wasn't a typical Thursday morning, after all.))