On a cold November day Dafu was sitting in his shithole of an appartement. He had arrived in the US three years ago and had tried to make a living. He worked in the local tin can factory every day for 14 hours for the big amount of $2 per week. DaFu had heard storiess of his granddad who had died in a bloodbath in New York some years earlier. His granddad was a man of honor, DaFu knew this. What he didn't know was the amount of money a so called "mobster" could make. After seeing some of granddad's houses and cars he decided to become a man of honour too!

And thus DaFu's search for a new family to call his own began

swaliny had seen dafu walking around HQ a few times. she wondered about his story. succenly he was there. he wasn't the type of guy that would just start in the mafia. he looked as if he had a purpose. a reason that he was there. she tought to herself how she would ask. because she was new, she couldn't just talk to him. that would be irrespectfull. she walked through the halls silently when she stopped as she saw dafu. she froze as he looked at her and came closer.