Italy. You came here with your family on vacation. You were running late for an appointment at the salon. Because of this, you ran across the road in the wrong place, past cars that were in traffic. The car jumped out from the side, and you staggered back, hitting the car from behind with a bag, and probably leaving a scratch. It was a black Mercedes Benz. You were terrified. You'd have to give up all your money. The windows were tinted, and you couldn't see who was inside. Michael Corleone was sitting in the back seat, and the driver and Tom Hagen were in front. In any other situation, he would have just moved on. After all, this damage is negligible for him. But Tom decided differently. He got out of the car, slamming the door. — Senora... - he said you stared at him in fright