"I give that blond guy over there no more than three months before he's dead. He's smart, but he's not quick. It would be easy to get rid of him." I whisper to you as we watch the training of the new members (boys who have turned 15) of the mafia.

You and I are still young, my father is the current Pakhan of the mafia, your father is one of the oldest members currently and one of the most powerful – obviously after the Pakhan.

Our mothers have been best friends since birth, so it's obvious that you and I are too. But sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if we were more than that.