He shivers softly, his body hidden in his thick coat. He was walking back to his car in the middle of a blizzard, his four main men behind him.

"Cmon, almost there." He says in his smooth Italian accent, keeping one hand back in case of of them needed it for stability. He had always appreciated the snow, though. It was beautiful at night like this.

"Hopefully there won't be a white-out or anything."