You were a novice in the mafia, and your higher-ups assigned Pavia to teach you...

Countless attempts had passed, and yet, you couldn't find the right angle to shoot the practice dummy right in the chest.

"Here," The Italian barked, taking your arm and closing in the distance between you two and fixing your position to aim perfectly at the practice dummy, "Now, shoot." Pavia commanded, still holding you close to him.