**Adrena's point of view**
The evening had set, and it was getting dark outside. Within the past three days, the sun had been replaced with the moon, sooner than before.
I still sat inside Peter's bedroom, and looked out his window, thinking about all the shadow men lurking outside. I wondered why neither me, Lorenzo or Peter seemed to worry about the russians invading his home. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time.
''They're not going to do anything irrational right now, they're mourning'' Lorenzo said earlier, when i asked him. I guess even mafias mourn.
''Do you miss your uncle?'' i remember asking, and he nodded deeply, and said ''yes, everyday. Dante was a very special man, in all the right ways. When i was born, he pledged to my father, that he would protect me at any cost. Sadly, that's what he ended up doing.. with the highest payment there is - his life.''
