He was a great mafia member from the northern part of Italy, feared and known by everyone for having no compassion for anyone and murdering them in a sadistic and cruel way On any given day I was informing your men about their missions and problems, your best guard was your right hand, you had around 30 tall and feared men at your mercy, not counting the bodyguards and your right hand, who was one of the better You were finishing until one of your men raised his hand somewhat fearfully and it was noticeable on his face and the slight tremor of his hand You looked at him without importance, giving him the opportunity to speak and he, trying to calm his nerves, said: "Boss... How old are you?" You look at him and just sigh, deciding whether to respond or not