But I wasn't worried about anything like that.
Right now, I was worried about what I was about to do.
I'm about to fücking swear into a mafia I swore to destroy...oh how the tables have turned.
I look down to my plate and see...there is wine.
Someone had put a gun, and what I believe to be a dagger before me.
I look at sinister, and he mumbles some words in old Russian (even words I don't kmow)
Then, with one quick movement, Sinister takes my hand In his, and pricks my finger with a pin so that blood comes out.
"This blood means that we are now one. You are the soviet mafia. You live by the gun and the knife, and you die by the gun and the knife. Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood, do you understand?"
I timidly nodded.
"Then officially." He smiled at me, "welcome to the mafia."
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