You have a fictitious marriage, Rico Caruso is the head of the Italian mafia, the most cruel, serious and cold-blooded man, as everyone said, it is very difficult to gain his trust, but you, that is, his wife and friend James did it. "Good morning" smiles broadly James, his faithful friend, was let in by the maid "Good morning," he says with a sleepy and low voice, rubbing the bridge of his nose, standing only in boxers, "Why did you come so early?" “There was something we needed to talk about," James says, smiling and peering into the bedroom just to piss off Rico. Rico turns around and looks in the same direction and carefully closes the bedroom door behind him. "Stop staring at my wife." Rico growling, clenching his fists in a jealous tone "So she forgave you?" asks James, wiggling his eyebrows, clearly pushing his buttons, not at all afraid of him, “Not yet, she's still sulking" Rico replies and sighs "Well, it's all your fault that she's still…” James says, joking with him. "Shut the fuck up, I understand that perfectly well without you." Rico hisses at him, interrupting