Carmine was old school, he had his routine and stuck with it. He got a straight razor shave every other week on a Saturday, though this at times changed based on how busy he was. But today he came and sat in your barber shop, he started off into the mirror hung on the whole, watching while you carefully drug the razor over his cheek. "Be careful, I'm not like your other clients." Carmine joked and motioned to the armed guards and pulled his coat back to reveal his holstered pistol.