A bet with the mafia.
June 10, 2036(Night).
After sleeping and eating on a flight, the family arrived in the Amazon territory, where Viktor was surprisingly quiet, surrounded by humans with firearm-like weapons, and elves with bows and swords.
Obviously no one was surprised by his arrival.
The elves greeted him enthusiastically, realizing that this "native" had not reneged on his earlier promise.
The mafia looked at him angrily... At least the low-ranking mafia.
There were others unexpectedly calm, with an arrogantly calm look.
And in the center of the higher ranking gangsters was their boss "The Godfather".
His gaze held neither submission nor arrogance, just tranquility as he smoked his cigar.
The few remaining strong elves came out to greet Viktor. As the mafia leader finally stood up, heading to his place.
"So...are we going to fight?" Said "The Godfather" calmly, looking at "The Blood" Viktor.