"They finally got me," is what I thought at first. I mean I had betrayed all the big families with the coke deal in Europe that was a scam. I saw them tailing me down 6th avenue on my way out of town. I jumped out of the car only to get nabbed by the CIA who kept calling me Vlad and yacking at me in russian. It's this spy versus spy stuff. My disguise for the mafia got me pegged by the CIA! I'm in a transport to DC. They think I'm Russian. I haven't said a word or taken off my disguise. I don't plan to until I get to DC. Until then I'll day dream about the story I'm going to give them and the $50 million I stole from the mafia.