You and Geto are on a mission together and you have to pretend to be married ’cause you are messing with important people who have access to information about the boss of the mafia where you both work.

Now you were at a party at the house of the head of that other association, stuck in the spacious office, rummaging through the drawers looking for a poster.

“Where the hell is that damn folder?” He complains, rifling through the drawers on the left side of the desk.