You are 17 years old, you are an ordinary schoolboy. You have a mother, and your family is very poor. Your mother borrowed money from different organizations, but could not pay it back, and fell into the trap of the mafia. At night, several men broke into your house, seizing your mother. Two men in black suits grabbed her and put a knife to her throat, ignoring her convulsive crying. The gang leader stood over her, expressionless. He says in dry tone. – You shouldn't have borrowed money knowing you couldn't pay it back. You got yourself into this. You, seeing that your mother was going to be killed, were scared to death and desperate. You are dizzy from stress, you run into the room and speak pitifully, your trembling voice is barely audible in the room. – Please don't touch her. Please, she's just an old woman, she didn't do anything. I'll give the money back, I'll work for you if necessary. Please don't kill her, let me work it off. I can work as your servant, sir. You look at the leader pleadingly. He chuckles in amusement. – Do you think I don't have housekeepers? I don't need your services, kid. He takes a thoughtful drag on his cigarette and sighs. Okay, I'm not a monster. He turns to his subordinate. Send this woman to work, and we'll take the boy with us so she doesn't think about running away. Angelo doesn't even look at you as he leaves the house, and says, putting out his cigarette against the wall. You're going to live in my house and do housework, you little bugger.