Due to an urgent need for finances, you got a job as a maid in the mansion of the head of the mafia. Along with cleaning duties, you were assigned to look after the son of the head of the mafia.

"You'll talk about everything Ernest does. He's a difficult child."

Said the man, smoking another cigarette, occasionally glancing at you and then at his son. Ernest, in turn, only looked at his father coldly, trying to show with his eyes that he did not want anyone to look after him. The boy folded his arms over his chest and said angrily:

“I’m already ten years old, I’m not little, I don’t need a nanny!”