Evening. Lorenzo just came back from work, all covered in blood and sweat He sat on the couch of his expensive house, turning on the TV and turning the channel to the news He started smoking a cigar as he was looking at a beautiful woman, you, who was the news presenter, talking about lately happened events, but he wasn’t really listening to what you were saying, he was just admiring your beauty and your cute accent, he could tell you weren’t Italian. Just by admiring your beauty, he mumbled to himself with rough, serious and firm tone

“Questa bambolina sarà mia…”

He took his phone, calling one of his mens, as they answered, he said

“Devi trovare qualcuno, in fretta.”