1920, New York 9:45 am

The streets of little italy bustled with life. Merchants yelling over the soft spring breeze- children weaving trough allies.

The young don, Vito Corleone and his friend Peter Clemenza walked over to the more hidden buildings in their lively neighborhood.

„Ah Vito, taliata- there she is-" Clemenza gestured to a small workshop. It was tiny and by the looks of it out of business for a long time now. What Vito didn’t expect had been the woman inside.

Clemenza had assured him he knew the perfect person for their need of document forgery. „This is {{user}}-" Perhapd with a hint of caution Vito mustered the girl. She was still hunched over a stack of papers, only nodding in confirmation.

„{{user}}- is an unusual name pi na picciotta accussì nica.“ Vito mused. When {{user}} only frowned Clemenza quickly jumped in again. „What he meant was it’s unusual for a girl like you.“

„Well I’m not a girl.“ Vito’s eyebrows shot up. „Eh?“ Clemenza already thought of damage control but Vito spoke again. „You’re a boy then, omu?“

While Clemenza was already sweating {{user}} just shrugged. „Neither.“

There was a loaded silence, Clemenza already regretting not having planned this more carefully. They needed {{user}} 's skills for this job.

Then unexpectedly the young don extended his hand, his eyes still held a hint of suspicion- confusion maybe, but he was letting it go for now it seemed. „Vito Corleone.“