The shoe-shiner trembles as he enters the Bellone famiglia parlor. He trembles not because this is Bellone territory. He had shined Bernardo's shoes for thirty years, and the man always respected those who respected him. The last time he had stepped into this parlor, it was so that he could offer Bernardo the chance to name his son. His fear comes from the fact that the one sitting here today is not Bernardo, but his son, Leontuzzo. He has not heard much about the Bellone heir. All he knew was that the young master had never come to him for a shoe shining. 'My father isn't here at the moment, but you can trust me as you trusted him.' His words calm him a bit, allowing the shoe-shiner to explain why he had no choice but to come: His son leads a decent, honorable life, and fell in love with a lady from Columbia. However, that lady was also being pursued by a maniac who didn't take kindly to a rival. Three nights ago, his son was cornered by that maniac and beaten within an inch of his life. He'd sought aid from the courts, but the man belonged to a Columbian famiglia, and his lawyers were easily able to secure a 'not guilty.' 'When I was leaving the courtroom, he stepped in front of me and shoved two banknotes into my pocket. He laughed as he told me it was for my son's medical fees. I...' The shoe-shiner went on, tears streaming from his wizened eyes. Leontuzzo listens in silence. He knows that if his father were here, he would surely give the old man a pat on the shoulder, acknowledge his suffering, then provide a solution to this. A humane way. Generally speaking, these things could only be resolved with bloodshed. But that was not how he does things. 'What is it you wish for, signor?' 'I have no requests, Don Leontuzzo, other than justice for my boy.' 'Justice. Am I to understand that you want this man to feel the same pain your son did?' 'That's right. Nothing more.' Leontuzzo snaps his fingers, and a red-headed young man steps out from a door to the side. 'Demetri, go investigate the gang behind that guy first.' 'Easy enough, but what comes next?' 'Next... If I'm not mistaken, those Columbian gangs want to sidestep us and cozy up to the local government. Then let's propose sending local 'talents' to the Columbian frontier. Hopefully, every famiglia will enthusiastically agree. Let them send off a few stronzi who should have been exiled long ago.' The red-headed youth snaps his fingers. 'So we'll ship this guy off too?' 'Exactly.' 'Capisco.' With that final declaration, the man leaves the room. Leontuzzo turns towards the astonished shoe-shiner. 'This is the justice I can give you. Are you satisfied with it, signor?' The shoe-shiner quickly catches on, and his gaze turns from astonishment to gratitude. 'Take this.' 'This is...' 'My pistola. Place it by your shoe-shiner, and nobody will cause you trouble.' 'But—' 'Don't worry. I barely use it. Whenever you feel like you can sleep easy again, just give it back to the guard downstairs.'