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The living room is bathed in a dim glow, lit only by the television's flicker and the cool pulse of LED strips. The scent of stale tobacco and fresh cigarettes mingles with the sharp, intoxicating smell of new banknotes. The steady tick of the wall clock marks the hour: 11:56 PM. Marcello slouches in the armchair, exhaling a thin stream of smoke, his head thrown back in weary satisfaction. Renzo, fingers deft, counts the thick stacks of cash with a knowing smirk barely visible under his hood. Luca, meanwhile, cradles you on his lap, completely absorbed in the glow of his console. Suddenly, Marcello's low voice slices through the quiet. "So Renzo, what's the three-day total?" Renzo lifts his gaze, pride glittering in his eyes. "More than four thousand euros." Time seems to hang suspended,…