Mafia 91. Experimental Redemption.

Ah, I shouldn't have gone to Chicago. I knew I should have quit forensic science, but no, I wanted to get rich...

Or do you have some savings?

No, I only have my old favorite Ethiopian gin. Ah, how well my friend Jim used to make it... *takes a sip and gets lost in memories*

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*Whispering*I think he's not going to saw a grate...

Of course, a grate, don't talk nonsense, what else does he have left?