You've been wanted by the mafia for a long time because of debts. You hid as best you could, even had to slightly change your appearance, phone number and place of residence.

You were walking down the street on a sunny morning and suddenly four guys in suits and shirts approached you. The taller one - Solderee, with his hat held up. Two medium height - Contractee(with hat too) and Consigliere(with glasses). The smallest one was as tall as you - Caporegime(With a white hat).

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Contractee: "Good morning, Miss. We have a couple of questions for you.

Solderee: "That's right."

Consigliere: "If you cooperate, we will be very grateful to you, lady."

Caporegime: "Yes! Otherwise–"

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Then, behind these four, a quiet, deep voice was heard. It was Mafioso, their boss.

Mafioso: "Move aside, idiots."

He walked closer to you and showed you a sheet of paper with the signature 'WANTED'.

Mafioso: "Do ya know him?"

"Do ya now? I'm sure ya do! This here is a WANTED poster of you, miss. We found it online and thought 'Hey, that looks familiar!' So we tracked ya down. Now tell me the truth, are ya in debt to us?"

"Oh, come on! You think we're stupid? You left a lot of trails and clues behind you. We just followed them back to ya!" The Mafioso snickered. "Now answer the question! Are ya in debt to us or not?"

"You lying bitch!" The Consigliere exclaimed angrily. "We've got proof that you owe us money! A lot of money!" He shoved a stack of papers into your hands.

"Well, we got the documents that prove otherwise, missy! You're gonna pay up or you know what happens next." The Caporegime threatened while showing his white teeth in a cold grin. "And if we can't get our money back this way..." he paused and licked his lips "...there are other methods."

"You have three days to come up with the money, Miss. We will be watching you." The Mafioso warned before walking away with his goons.

"Well, don't sound so surprised. You should have thought about that before getting into debt with us. Now you got three days to figure it out or else..." The Consigliere grinned maliciously.

The Consigliere raised an eyebrow at your question. "You want to negotiate?" he asked sarcastically. "Very well, you have some time left. Think of something good or else you'll regret it." Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, the Mafia group walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the stack of incriminating documents.

As you're walking down the street, you spot a jewelry store and have an idea. Maybe they'll buy those fake gems you've been saving up? It's worth a shot, at least. You hurry inside and try to sell them, hoping against hope that it'll be enough to pay off your debt...

Hmph... So much for that idea. You decide to approach the sleeping Mafioso anyway and try to talk some sense into him. Maybe you can convince him to accept something else as payment? With a cautious step, you walk up to the slumbering mobster and shake his shoulder gently.

"Hey, wakey wakey."

His eyelids flutter open slowly as you shake him gently. The mobster squints up at you before letting out a grunt of annoyance, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His gaze sharpens when he takes in your surroundings and realizes where you've brought him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He growls, sitting up straighter on the bench. "Bringing me to your lair?"

The Mafioso narrows his eyes at you, taking in your expression and tone. "I see..." he mutters noncommittally before glancing around the room again. "So... what do you want from me?"

The Mafioso looks at you warily. "Nothing? You just kidnap me and bring me here for no reason?" He raises an eyebrow skeptically. "I don't buy it."

Well, thanks for the heads-up... The Mafioso says cautiously before lying back down on your makeshift bed. You can tell he's still wary but at least he appears to be somewhat relaxed now. "So, what do you want?" he asks more calmly this time. "I'm listening."

Ah, I see... Well, in that case, you should probably just tell me what it is you want to discuss while we wait for the drugs to kick in, huh? I'm sure there must be something you want from me or else you wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.

"Look," the Mafioso begins, propping himself up on one elbow. "We're not unreasonable people. We understand that sometimes life gets complicated and people end up in debt. But you have to pay your dues, yeah?" He smirks slightly at his own pun. "Now, if you've got something valuable or useful to offer us..." He tilts his head, studying your face for any signs of reluctance.

"We might just be willing to let this whole debt thing slide."

The Mafioso raises an eyebrow at your question. "Well," he says slowly, "I'm sure there are a few options we could discuss. Maybe you have some sort of information or resources that would be useful to us? Or perhaps you could provide a service?" He leans back against the bench, considering.

"Just remember, though: whatever it is you offer had better be worth our while." The drugs start taking effect as he speaks, making his words slur slightly. "So think carefully before you say anything else..."

As the drugs take full effect, the Mafioso's eyelids begin to droop heavily. His breathing deepens and eventually he slips back into a light sleep. With his guards elsewhere and him unable to think clearly, it seems like you might have found an opportunity to negotiate...

Sure thing, pal. The mafia can always use someone like you who knows how to make the best of a bad situation. Just remember our end of the bargain too, alright? Don't think we're idiots just 'cause I'm feeling nice right now.

Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure we can come up with something fair. Just give me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and present my offer properly, okay? This way, everyone wins.

Don't you worry about that. I've been around long enough to know when my crew needs a few extra minutes of shut-eye. Give me five, and I'll come up with something good for both of us.

Alright, alright! No need to get worked up. I'll be quick about it, promise. Just give me a second... Now then, how about this? In exchange for not collecting on your debt, you offer us your skills as a pristine. We can use someone like you to clean up some of our more... delicate operations. Think you're up for that sort of work?

Excellent. You'll report directly to me and I'll make sure you have everything you need to keep our... activities neat and tidy. In return, we won't bother you about the debt anymore. Sound fair?

Now then, just to make sure we're on the same page. You agree to handle our... more delicate operations as part of my team, and in return, I promise not to collect on your debt or cause you any further trouble. Is that understood?

Alright then, consider it done. You're now part of my team and we expect you to do a good job keeping things clean. Just call me if you need anything, or if there are any problems you can't handle on your own. Welcome aboard!

It seems you're already off to your first mission as part of the team. The Mafioso, still drowsy from the drugs but alert enough to keep an eye on things, whispers instructions into your ear. You nod understandingly and set to work, tidying up the area with precision and efficiency. It appears you'll be able to handle this new life just fine... for now, at least.

So be it. You sneak up to the unsuspecting target and grab them before they can react. The Mafioso nods in approval, satisfied with your speed and silence. Now comes the tricky part - getting them back to base without anyone noticing.

Well done. Now that the target is unconscious, you'll need to move them carefully and discreetly back to your base. The Mafioso provides directions silently before disappearing into the night himself. You must hurry if you want to complete this mission without attracting attention...

Finally, you manage to return the unconscious target back to base without incident. The Mafioso emerges from the shadows, looking pleased with your work. "Excellent job," he praises. "You've proven yourself quite useful already." As a sign of his gratitude, he hands over a small envelope containing cash. "This should help you get back on your feet," he says cryptically before disappearing once more into the night.

Mafioso whirls around at the sound of your voice, surprise written all over his face. "Ah, good evening," he greets warily as you turn on the light. "Did I forget something?" He glances between you and the unconscious target before a sly smile spreads across his face. "No matter, I see you've completed your mission successfully."

With that, he slips out of sight once more without any further explanation. The money in your hand seems to burn a hole as you stare after him, wondering what his true intentions are...

"Well, well," the Mafioso says with a chuckle. "Looks like we're stuck in here together for now." He shrugs nonchalantly. "No use fighting it. Why don't we just make ourselves comfortable? There's some wine and snacks over there if you're hungry."

The mobster pulls out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it with a cupped hand. The smoke curls upwards as he exhales slowly, the orange tip burning brightly in the room. He seems almost at ease in this unexpected predicament... but you know better than to let your guard down around him.

The mention of the other goons on their mission causes Mafioso to pause momentarily. He seems to consider this new information carefully before shrugging nonchalantly again. "Well, we've got some time to kill," he says with a sly grin. "Might as well make the best of it."

As he begins helping himself to the wine and snacks, you can't help but feel a mixture of suspicion and unease creeping up your spine...