II

"-where do you think you're going, dipshit?" said one of the men. Leo stopped, his legs started shaking, and as he turned around he almost fell down due to dizziness. "-is there a problem, gentleman?" Leo said, trying to sound much more confident than he actually was. The man with the Bronx accent got up and looked deeply in Leo's eyes, as though he could read his mind. "-we ain't talkin' 'bout problems son. we're talkin' 'bout favors, and you owe us one, as far as I recall".
Leo sighed. "shit" he thought, and sat down putting out his cigarette.

I

''-We gon' set this party off right." he said, or at least that was what Leo got from the rusty voice, with an almost annoying Bronx accent.
Leo lit a cigarette, as he silently walked away from the group of men in the dimmed and smoky room.