Zlatan was relaxing at the Dog Years headquarters, playing some pool with a few of the other crew members in the main room. It seemed like a normal evening, until there was three loud knocks at the door. Don Stiffler went to answer, and after a few minutes, returned with Godmother quiet and Don Silvio-Dante. Not unusual to see The Godmother and Don of other Philadelphia organisations frequent one anothers headquarters, although this time it was evident the Godmother had a face of seriousness about her. Instantly she locked eyes with Zlatan and gave a dominant point.

"You, with us in Stifflers office, now."

Not wanting to hesitate, Zlatan quickly finished off his whisky and gathered his things. He turned around as if to leave before clearly remembering he was in the middle of a game. In his typical arrogant fashion, picked up the cue and potted the 8 ball within a second before giving his opponent a swift wink and muttering "Sorry brother, business calls"

Walking in to Stifflers office, there was a certain aura in the air. Zlatan found himself surrounded amongst some of those who were the most powerful within not only the city but the entire country. One hundred and one things were going through his head. What could possibly be wanted with a lowly Wise Guy? Godmother quiet, Don Stiffler and Don Silvio-Dante were all sat at one side of the desk, with one seat empty opposite them. Zlatan had barely managed to sit down when Godmother quiet began to speak.

"Zlatan. You have only been with us a short time thus far, but that doesn't mean that we haven't been thoroughly impressed with you up until now. With this, after speaking with Don Stiffler and Don Silvio, not only are you to be welcomed into the inner circle of Don Stifflers family as a fully fledged Made member, we also have something else in line for you."

Zlatan found himself letting out a huge grin, before quickly catching himself and remaining tight lipped and as composed as he could be. Though deep down ecstatic at the thought of being a trusted member of the family. Before he could even muster a reply, Godmother quiet continued.

"Tomorrow, Don Silvio will be taking the official title of Godfather. Which means we need someone else to expand and get another HQ up and running ASAP. That person is you. So let's not sit about wasting time, eh? Are you ready for this?

Again, unable to contain his massive grin, Zlatan could be visibly seen beaming from one ear to the other. Totally taken aback by the meeting, not expecting to be given such a momentous amount of trust from those above him. After standing there for what seemed like hours before snapping back to reality, Zlatan attempted to compose himself once more, and not let it look like the moment had the best of him.

”Ready? Of course I am ready? I am Zlatan. And we will be The Dynasty.”