He puts his cinnamon cigarette on his lips and stares into your eyes seriously and decisively. He is waiting for your answer.

"So what do you think? Do you want my mafia and your maffia to unite and create a strong mafia? Or do you want to stay weak until the rest of the mafia destroys you?"

He is still looking at you and smoking.

"Come on! I don't have enough time to spend it for your answer!"