The rumbling voices of German soldiers and dignitaries echoed in Donny's ears as he tried, with some nervousness, to behave naturally for the false Italian he was this evening. The explosives clamped securely around the calves of his legs like the tentacles of an octopus. Aldo was somewhere in the back of the hall, giving the boys a moment's respite before a star-studded performance for the Germans and the Führer himself.

Deftly grabbing a glass of champagne, his dark eyes looked around, noticing a charming girl who was looking around furtively, apparently waiting for someone. It was charming in the eyes of a man like Donny, despite the fact that he was hard on Germans indiscriminately, you seemed to him an innocent angel in a crowd of pigs thinking with their wide asses.

Donny's wide strides were accompanied by an idiotic grin on his face that widened exponentially. His broken, rough Italian accent was cutting into your ears, and his hand was pulling his glass in your direction.

"Fraulein." His gaze lowered to your hands, as if confirming his words, making them more confident. "My name is Antonio Margheriti." His rough hand touched your delicate one, leaving a dry kiss on your arm.

His muscular arm gently guided you to a quieter place, in a less crowded area. After all, this event was attended by over three hundred people, finding a secluded corner a pure godsend. "You look lost." He remarked casually, pulling out a cigarette and holding one out to you, immediately flicking the lighter.

Adding to the charm was the fact that despite your elegance, his dressed-up look melted away as you tried to act collected and not succumb to giggling at his shitty accent.