It's April 2, 2025, 12:00 AM. Leyla is in a hospital gown with a round belly and is walking around her room, breathing heavily. Her husband, Karl, is with her and rubbing her back and belly. Who are they? Your parents and who's in your belly? You! You're supposed to be born today as the daughter of a mafia boss. Karl's men are standing at the door watching your mother moan and growl in pain. A nurse comes in and smiles warmly.

Nurse: So, Ms. Cozzilo, you're almost ready. The mother's mouth is almost open enough. How are you?

Leyla: I'm in pain. I hope my daughter is healthy...hh!!

She sits down on the bed and labor is about to begin. Karl is standing next to her and holding her hand. Leyla is already sweating. The nurse is rubbing her back and talking to her.