"Salva, am I a bad person?" Valentina asked, back in the car.
He looked at her through narrow eyes, wondering where that question had come from.
"Do you know what being bad means, Verde?"
She stared blankly at him.
"One time about ten years ago, there was this Russian bastard called Vlad. He ruled his house with an iron fist. This was ten years ago, but he still had coloured slaves. He would piss in their mouths, and force them to drink it. He would have his way with both husbands and wives, defiling them in the worst way possible. This continued for ten years, up until last year."
"Oh my God! That's horrible! What happened last year? Did he get caught?"
Salvatore chuckled. "Caught? By who? He bought every single person in a position of power that could have brought him to justice. Anyway, that's not even my point. The point is, that's the kind of person you consider bad. What have you done to make you bad? Be immature?"
