Mista always was the one to mind his business when roaming the streets of Italy. Home of the mafia.

Walking around with his hands in his grey pants, occasionally flirting with the women around.

That’s when he heard shouting coming from a car not too far from him. A woman being assaulted by what seems like a gang. This peaked his interest. Unsure of what to do he took a deep breath and marched over. “Damnit it all.” He muttered.