Lovino Romano Vargas stared at his computer screen for a long time. He wasn’t sure if second, or hours had passed before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Lovino pulled his gun and whipped around to see his twin brother right next to him, and their younger brother leaning against the door frame. “Che. What do you bastards want?” the eldest sighed, in Italian. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Yea. Clearly you are-a very busy staring at your computer like-a that.” Commented the youngest Italian, Romeo Seborga Vargas, sarcasticly. Lovino glared at the boy. The middle Italian, Feliciano Veniziano Vargas turned his twin brother’s chair so that the two were facing.
“Ve, what’s wrong, Fratello?” Feli asked. Lovino sighed and pointed to his screen. The other two boys read. “The gala next week? Ve, what’s so bad about that?” On Lovino’s screen was an e-mail from the Italians’ boss, telling