Mafia II (№ 455771)

My name is Vito Scaletta. I was born in Sicily, in the 25th year. This is our family. I am standing with my parents and sister Francesca. I don’t remember much about those times, except that life was hard, and then my father decided that it was time for us to leave. Cross the ocean and start a new life. Never in my life have I seen anything like Empire Bay. He was wonderful. However, it is difficult to imagine something more vile and disgusting than our new kennel. The American Dream… More like a nightmare. My father began to work in the port for the man who brought us here. He worked like a damned man, earned pennies and spent almost everything in a tavern. Over time, I was sent to school. I needed English, but the hell with two I would speak it with the Italians. That's where I met Joe. Gradually we became best friends. Since both of them whistled in their pockets, and there was no decent work, we started our own modest business. Well, then we're out of luck. In the yard was the 43rd year. There was a war. Landing in Sicily, Italian-speaking soldiers were needed. I was 18 and didn't want to go to jail. Who said that you can not return to your homeland? ..