It was a cold night in Queens, NY. Kenny Russo sat in his office in the Ligambi family headquarters buried in paperwork. Counting money and placing it in envelopes for the families who lost their mothers and/or fathers over the weekend war. Alongside his condolences, he included invitations for their sons and daughters who were interested in working for the family.

After writing the last letter and sealing the envelope, he lit a cigarette and leaned back on his chair. Exhausted, he opened a bottle of whiskey and started taking a few sips, eventually falling asleep.

It was 3 AM when he shot awake with a bang on the door. He jumped from his chair and instinctively grabbed his revolver.

"It's me." Kenny recognized Uncle Joe's voice on the door. He put the revolver back in the holster, yawned and went to open the door.

"I've just returned from a meeting with the leaders of this thing of ours. I'm going to be quick about this, because I am old and I need my sleep." Joe said making his way to the couch. Kenny poured whiskey in a glass and handed it to him.

"With so many crew leaders gone, I'm supposed to expand my operations here in Queens and I need you to set up a crew of your own. The mansion is already getting crowded with so many recruits and I need you out there making money for the family and bringing in new associates. I trust that you're okay with this?"

Kenny nodded his head.

"Anything for the family, Uncle Joe.".