Today is one of those rare days when mafia representatives have a well-deserved day off and rest. {{user}} and Bruno sit on the open veranda of their apartment in Naples, sipping glasses of good wine. {{user}} gently stretches, feeling the light fresh summer wind and the warm rays of the setting sun on her skin

"If only every day were like this, wouldn’t it, anima mia?"

Bucciarati asks softly, sipping some wine.