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So you'd best put that title to rest. I'm not sitting here as the don of Famiglia Bellone.

There's no point in acting tough, ragazzo.

Whether or not this collaboration will mean 'The Bellones have thrown themselves at the Saluzzos'—I'm curious how Leontuzzo will see it.

Oh, almost forgot. Maybe he doesn't even care at all anymore.

He already abandoned you.

If you insist on this topic... Aren't you a lone wolf too, Alberto?

The White Wolf of Saluzzo—your daughter—who always disobeyed your orders, has left her famiglia forever.

According to my sources, she arrived in Nuova Volsinii a few months ago... as a cab driver.

I'm curious, too. Did she come here to add insult to your injury, or will she return home and help the Saluzzos?

...Lappland?

<i>I</i> banished her.

From what I know about her, she's probably thinking that's not how it went down.

I won't take offense from you, Demetri, you are different from Bernardo, you understand what's going on.

These harmless differences will not affect our shared interests, so why not take this as a happy start to our collaboration?

Fine, I won't waste my breath then.

Why not you sign this equity document first, Signor Alberto.

I'll use the dividends from this month to get Leon to reminisce about the good old days.

<p=2>November 5th, 1100 10:45 P.M.</>

Went looking for your fellow floating heads?

I did. A hypocritical and sly wolf.

Caesar has turned her Fang into an idiot who only knows how to bite people and suck blood. She won't be able to find Vargo's Fang even if she sniffed every single corner of this land.

That Fang has never showed himself. Hidden very well.

But if we had Bernardo here, locating a Siracusan in Siracusa would be like going through a pile of hay for an animal. Simple.

If I don't interfere and help them out, god knows how long they're going to drag this round for!

Zaaro, it's rare to see so many words spill out from your mouth.

You're upsetting the table, and relishing it.

Like you are.

Esatto. Stop worrying about winning or losing, learn to do it for the love of the game, and derive even more enjoyment from it. That's what games are really for.

How do you wolves fail to even understand this...?

Nuova Volsinii nights are dark.

Woman and wolf stand atop a building, sandwiched by the night sky above and the noisy city below—

Pre-Carnevale activities happen in all sorts of shades and forms, vehicles speed through the streets, pedestrians shuttle to and fro. They enjoy a panoramic view of everything happening below.

They cover their fangs with masks, and use a festival to divulge their thirst to have it all. How sad.

On the contrary, you seem to be enjoying this farce. When did you become so interested in such boring activities?

Zitto, Zaaro. You're noisier than the people who used to hang around me before.

I'm just enjoying the breeze.

We practically have a VIP seat here. So keep quiet and wait for the show to begin.

The actors are already on the stage...

You're late, Leon.

I'm sorry, it's been a really busy day.

Still working on your inaugural speech?

Well, that too... We're planning a birthday party for an entire city. It's not quite the same as planning a party at home, is it?

I'm surprised... you still remember.

Of course I do. Did you think I was going to forget how you bought ginger ale instead of beer for the banquet, and pocketed the difference to buy a car?

Well, I guess that DID happen.

You sound... distracted, Demetri.

Do I? It's nothing. I guess it's been too long since we last saw each other.

Take care on your way, Leon.

Might have taken that as a threat, if we weren't in Nuova Volsinii.

Enough joking and hurry up. I'm waiting at the seat by the window.

The car drives by the apprentice tailor jogging on the street and heads to the end of the main street.

I should pick up the pace. I can't miss the delivery window to hand over the clothes to Signor Alberto.

The Don of Famiglia Saluzzo...

What kind of man is he?

Luchino gasps for breath with the suit in his arms as he runs through a deserted alley, illuminated only by the light coming from a cafe.

That's the fifth slice of pizza and third glass of juice that you just eliminated. Are you that hungry?

Shut up and drink this espresso.

It's so damn sour!

If we screw up this mission because this swill makes me throw up, whose head am I gonna give the boss, yours?

Live with it. I just picked it up off the shelf.

Nobody uses this frontage road anyway. Besides, it's just transporting a bunch of 'tires', what could go wrong?

No need to get all worked up about an unimportant job like this.

I'm tired of listening to your complaints for the past two months, Gambino.

Haven't you figured out our new boss yet? Trying too hard to show off in front of him will only have the opposite effect.

Fresh meat like us, we gotta be patient and wait for our chance.

Well, ain't you the model employee, Capone.

I thought you would at least show a little bit of, I don't know, shame? There's hardly any place for a Sicilian in Siracusa these days.

I'm not Sicilian anymore. It's your shame, not mine.

I just want to get my Nuova Volsinii citizenship sooner rather than later. All the work I put in over the past six months, all the guarantee money I paid, and I'm only halfway to the required points—

Halfway?! You've got fifty more points than I do? Have you been doing—*gasp*—community service while I wasn't looking?

Shut your crap, Gambino. We're on our last chance and you know it.

Keep your eyes sharp on the street. It should be coming any time now—

You got any pizza left? Give me one.

Cazzo, it's cold, how do you even manage to eat this...

As the two grumble to the other, a dark shadow quietly slips through the alley.

*sniff*

This is the smell. True wolf.

A truck drives past Red and attracts her attention.

Are you hiding inside?

*sniff*

No. Hm, over there?

She looks toward the opposite end of the street.

Grandma, I am a wolf hunter. I remember.

The girls?

Vargo, I hope you left me accurate instructions on how to identify them.

*sigh*... It'll be a headache if I hurt the wrong people.

With blade in hand, the Vulpo leans on a wall hidden within its shadow, waiting in silence for the prime opportunity to strike.

She will eliminate the two targets who threaten Umberto's life in one go, and then demand her reward from the wolf.

Tsk. A kid loitering around the streets outside this late?

(That figure... was I just seeing things?)

Lyudmila, Lyudmila... why did you space out so suddenly?

It's nothing... Just a little tired.

You'd better get off and wait at that intersection coming up. We're about to arrive, and there'll be trouble with the Venezias if I show up with a rando in tow.

Lyudmila...

Enough. I got on your truck, so I'll stick with you all the way.

Thanks, Lyudmila.

No matter what happens, I'm lucky to have you with me.

Hmmhmm♪ Hmmhmmhmm♪ Hmm♪

You've been listening to this song on loop for a while now. Not tired of it?

Of course!