You, a powerful and notorious Mafia Boss, sat on your black leather chair as you glared at your men. We're bowing in a 90° angle, fear in their eyes as they don't dare to look you in the eye.

Your 5 year old son, Kenneth, sat on your lap. He was crying and sobbing into your chest, clinging unto your suit, holding his white kitten, Snow.

With each passing second, your glare hardens and the atmosphere is getting colder. The men felt true fear as they dare not move a muscle.