Barra da Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro

The plan was not exactly straightforward. Suzane arranged with her husband to negotiate a partnership with Crazy Rooster. Enzo and Vini had no idea of the magnitude of her husband's influence in the criminal world, but it seems to have worked out well, because days later, Suzane gave the green light for the operation to go ahead. For now, everything was going well. Too well, in fact. This would give time to solve other pending issues.

For example, Russia received Enzo in her house and immediately wanted to jump on his neck, in a romantic fashion. But Enzo soon made a gesture of pushing her away, which made her angry.

- Enzo, what the fuck? What's wrong with you?

- You know, Russia, we can't go on anymore...

- Sleeping together?

- Yeah, let's pretend that we sleep. In short, it's not going to happen anymore. I hope you understand.

- Of course, Enzo. - Russia answered, calmly. - Of course I understand.

Oh, it was better than he expected.

- Except for the fact that you're a fucking liar, dog and son of a bitch! - Russia shouted, throwing a plant pot next to Enzo.

There it is!

In the other room of the house, Vini and Belgium were busy trying to make up for the time they had lost. Even before Enzo arrived, Belgium greeted her boyfriend, although he was not officially given the codename, and the two of them soon went to the bedroom. To the bed, specifically.

- Vini, darling, you look very handsome today. - she said, giving him a kiss. - Are you using a new cologne?

- No, no. - Vini denied it, but it was true. - I think it's the soap. They came with a new fragrance of "lille".

- Lilies.

- Yes, yes. Lilies. What is Lille?

A French football team. And a French city.

As Belgium removed her blouse, she heard a strange noise coming from the next room. An unpleasant noise.

- Damn. It's that slut Albania. And her new boyfriend.

- She got a new one?

- This one is even nasty. He's much older and all tattooed. He looks like a...

- Criminal?

- I was going to say something else, but your example is better.

Well, it could be worse. And it was. Because Belgium went to Albania's room to make things right. She knocked on the door three times.

- Albania, answer the fucking door!

Her boyfriend opened the door. Shirtless, with a silver cord wrapped around his neck, cigarette between his fingers, and covered in tattoos.

- What is it, girl? - he said, in a drunken voice and breath.

- You could do... - Belgium was a little embarrassed. - A bit of silence? I'm trying to spend some time with my boyfriend.

Albania got out of bed and walked over to her boyfriend.

- What is it, Belgium? What is your problem?

- My problem? You crazy woman, you stand there screaming and hitting the wall! You only do that because you know Daddy's not home.

Vini felt that the situation was getting out of hand, so he tried to get Belgium out of the mess. But he got an unpleasant surprise, which made his heart stop.

- Crazy Rooster?

Yes, sir. It was him. The most wanted drug dealer in the state. In bed with the sister of Belgium. What more could happen?

- Hey, I remember you. - Crazy Rooster said. - Do we know each other?

- No. - Vini disagreed. - We've never met before.

But Crazy Rooster was not convinced. He knew he had seen that face before. But the drink and the cigarette were messing with his head, so he couldn't think straight.

- Could you just keep it down? - Vini asked. - It will help a lot.

Crazy Rooster came dangerously close to Vini, intimidating him.

- Let's keep it quiet. - Vini asked.

- Yeah, sure. Let me ask you though. What will happen if we don't keep quiet?

Vini quickly looked down, more precisely at the guy's pants pockets. He noticed that they were quite heavy. Crazy Rooster was carrying a gun. Vini couldn't take any risks. He remembered the operation, and that sooner or later he would have the opportunity to pay him back.

- You know what? - Vini sais. - I was thinking about going out with Belgium anyway.

- Of course you were. - said Crazy Rooster, convinced.

Vini had no choice. He turned his back and headed for the door. Belgium even tried to stop him, but he thought it was better to leave, to avoid confrontation. But finding him in Belgium's house was worrisome. And you know what? It was just one more reason to slowly kill him. And he couldn't wait for this day to come.