Party went on for a couple of days, I would have love to leave the place before, but the birthday guy didn’t let me go so easily. Well, he wasn’t even a real birthday guy, I managed to get his wallet and I had a look to his driving license... he was born on a different day!

But Mafia guys don’t like people to mess with their IDs. At first, he put his arms around my neck with dark intentions, but he understood it was a perfect excuse to have a bit of fun. It was a party after all...

He decided to trust my punishment to chance and explained everyone the rules of the game: “Every one of you will be represented by a card. She will select the card that will decide her own destiny. The person represented by the card will chose the penalty. Be creative, gentlemen!”