“Alessandro”

- It's time to start talking, Gutemberg. Where is that devil? – I asked, already feeling tired and grumpy.

- I'm not stupid, Alessandro, I want everything on paper and signed, guaranteeing that I won't go to jail and that my assets and those of my family won't be touched. – Gutemberg said with the most cynical expression in the world.

- Gutemberg, first of all, you're not in a position to demand anything. Second, you don't have any assets, everything you think you have you stole from me, so forget it. And third, you don't impose conditions here, you say what you know and the police chief decides how to improve your life. – I said, wanting to punch that Satan's helper in the face.

- Well, then you'll have to deal with it. – Gutemberg said and crossed his arms with a smirk on his face.

- Well, then you can spend twenty years in jail. And that's considering that you'll be promoted to a lower level for good behavior. I don't know if you understand, but we're dealing here with