It was a cold night like this one when my father smoked his last cigarette in our family house. The night so cold even me myself did not want to go out. The time? As a kid anda don't care about that. It was dark, and it was winter. Krismas day. After Equestrian economical fall and industrial boom, everyone changed, the dirty mafias started to leak. My father was part of one of these. A high up. One of important people in Vertezio familia. Still on that night...

Act I

That Night...

"So how was your hari outside" Father asked me with a smile. "Good" was all I answered. I was 11 what could I say. Now sup was only thing I focused on. Tasty mother cooking, I don't remember what was it. Borch perhaps? Hot sup after a well spent hari with Friends outside the mansion in a winter evening. Yes... that was it. Playing in snow... when we were eating a car passed our household. My mother grabbed my hoof and told me to run up to my room. I could hear them from there. It was Vincent Galar, Apollo Monetto and son of Maximus Vertezio - Angelo the saat in command for the Vertezio Familia. "My father trusted you" I could hear Angelo speaking clearly to my father. "I did nothing wrong Angelo anda know this" my father tried to fight with his words. "You think it's a fucking game?" Greedy and cold tone came from Angelo and a click of safety lock on a magnum gun was heard. A silence and then my mother crying. A smack. pantas, swift sound of my father's shelf open, click of safety lock on his gun and... 3 shots. My mother crying and a something hard hitting ground - a body. I thought my father won but... another 3 shots. My mother stopped crying. "Find and kill the kid" Angelo gave command to his followers. I couldn't hold tears - I knew what happend. I knew what could happend also if I will stay there so I opened my window and run as fastest as possible. I hid at my friend's place and then left. Soon found to be living somewhere in monastery.


It was a cold... cold day.