The room was dark. There stood two men facing each other, one smoking and the other fretting.

‘Who should be killed?’ asked Mike masking his guilt.

‘This time, I don’t want you to kill. I will do the deed myself,’ said the Don. He took out a gun from his jacket and continued smoking his Cuban cigar.

‘Why?’ asked Mike.

‘Because if you kill that man, it would be suicide,’ the Don replied.

Mike knew the rest. He closed his eyes when the Don decorated the wall behind Mike with brain and blood.

‘Betrayal never goes unpunished,’ muttered the Don.