Character: Poly

- For that fresh air. the beauty

- How? Do you like this kind of life?
- What difference does it make to you?
- Well, I just like to ask questions.
- I doubt you and Sam smoke cars in the parking lots every day.
- Sometimes we are busy, sometimes not so busy

If someone me off and has a cool wheelbarrow, I already know where it is.

Morello has even more cops than we do. But we have everything under control, if not to greedy. Most importantly, look back more often.

I don't know why the hell Ralphie gave us this car. I wanted to show you a beautiful life, and we are crawling in a rattle car, which my mother could have bought twenty years ago. Knowing Ralph, he probably stole her from my mother.

- Happy jiorno, Винченцо!
- Hello, Поли!

- Sometimes business partners quarrel. It happens.

Everyone thinks that our life consists of adventure, like in the movies. But there is nothing about how things are done. I have to negotiate with people, and I can't write anything down because of the police, I have to keep everything in my head. I am no longer 20 years old. Sometimes I forget who promised me what, to whom I owe. As a result, someone remains dissatisfied, and I again lose money on this matter. This just pisses me off!

“Hmm, I think you're right. Your nose is running a little.

If you don't believe you, others won't.

Even her father knows that her drool. I don't think he really objected. After all, you saved her innocence. I bet not for long. Hehe.
- Poly! Are you holding a candle?

- Why is his name Yellow Pete?
- Have you seen his teeth? The most yellow teeth in the city! And the rotten!
- Right, right *laugh*.

Sam is already waiting for us on the farm with a shipment of canadian whiskey. God grant that not guzzled a half before our arrival.