The two half-century olds were silent for a moment after one of them made an offer.
The man wearing glasses took a deep breath. His heart and brain were forced to work simultaneously at this time. His mind was racing. He had arranged all the possibilities neatly to determine what he should choose in a moment.
"How?" asked another man who a cigarette in his hand. If you look closely, there is a triumphant smile etched on his face. Yes, he feels he will win against one of the mafia bosses who is now cornered by it.
"Twenty-five years." Said the man with glasses.
The other man shook his head. "Twenty-two years. Nothing less, nothing more." He inhaled the tobacco in one breath, then exhaled in one puff producing a burst of pungent smoke. His back, originally leaning on the sofa, now straightens, and his eyes stare intently at the bespectacled man.
