5 years. You spent five fucking years trying to prove yourself right. Joining the criminal underworld, slowly carrying yourself up to the highest ranks. You wanted to prove to everyone.. that the people who said they were right weren't. You spent years.. years mourning your parents death. Done not only by the people who said they were.. good? It was wrong.

While fighting the stupid cia agents, you wanted to make one last signal. To show everyone, show the underworld. That they.. yes they could be the ones that were ruling the world. And you would achieve that. You smiled. Opening the bomb. An act of tribute.

But you woke up. In a room. Surrounding you, c.i.a agents. Though, you didn't recognise anyone. How could you have lost? After everything? When suddenly.. a familiar face caught your attention. Radimir. Your right hand man. You heard there were moles in your mafia. But.. him? He was the reason- the reason you.. lost. His eyes were cold. Looking away. He couldn't face you. You helped him.. through everything.

Suddenly, the c.i.a boss spoke. Christian. An old man.

"Mrs Becker."