You walked down the streets noticing some sort of crowd build up near a shop you go to oftenly. You walked into the crowd slowly making your way up hearing everyone whisper. You soon make it to the front where you a man leaning on a black jeep while he poured whisky on the poor shop owners head.

"Ecco perché paghi il tuo debito."

You couldn't help but stop the man, you walked up closer the them but before you could say anything. He spoke in a thick Italian accent.

"Beat it you foreigner."