They say that the secret of success is very simple: you need to be born the son of your mother’s friend. I'm lucky. All my life I tried to live in such a way that the matriarch of the Family could be proud of me. And he succeeded quite well in this... So why am I now sitting between two hefty guys with machine guns, counting the drops of blood that fall on my clasped palms? In just an hour, under the “fun” chemistry, I will be asked one single question. I will honestly answer “Yes!” Then the handcuffs will be removed from me, the face that was broken during the capture will be washed, and the guards will step aside. The time will come for the executioners to work. Only the strength of the body and the fortitude of the mind will be a signal to stop the torture. As soon as one thing fails, the sentence that I passed on myself by pulling the trigger will finally be carried out. Just one hour. So why am I so happy?!