The Russian made car glides to a half.  A well dressed, handsome, muscular man steps out, hands his large hat to his friend and aide, Charlie Hodge, and begins to speak...

"Friends, it is with sadness and dismay that I come to this street corner to give this speech.  Earlier this week, I placed a large poster here detailing another exciting competition for you, the proles, to take part, all the better to brighten up your dull, grey, pathetic lives.

And what happens?  Well, someone took it down, and the last I heard, it was pasted somewhere else, somewhere more quiet.

So, what's a humble banker to do?  The show must go on, or so I think, for now, but, really, I mean, just what, exactly, is the point of all of this?

It's almost like some people are out to get me.

But I won't stop.  I'm going to keep on keeping on."

Dominic is nearby and hears the don's speech. "Well, with all due respect Commissar, the poster was not particularly street-worthy."