Aldo glanced around at his men as he finished the last of his soup and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, looking over at Donowitz, who was leaning against the chair and twirling a peice of lint with Donny beside him.

The fire crackled in the middle of the room as it finally made the impact of starting to heat everything up a little, making the men relax further.

Meanwhile, Schweiger, Wilhelm, and Utvitch sat around the fire wearing layers of coats to keep warm in the France winter.