Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Ivan Route 17
Part 1: Prison
Ivan Visit 4
I was just thinking of going over to Ivan’s room when I see him ambling his way over.
Ivan: Hope you don’t mind me dropping in. Here, a little gift.
|Gian: My, aren’t you thoughtful!|
I help myself to the cigarettes, lean up against the wall and slide down to the floor. I hold a stick in my mouth and light it up. …Mm, normal prison tobacco. Pungent.
Ivan takes a seat next to me and starts on his joint, too.
Our shoulders aren’t touching, but they’re pretty close. Don’t know when he’s gotten fine with me being this close. This would’ve been impossible prior to receiving Boss’s orders.
We stay this way for a while longer when our eyes suddenly meet. Ivan takes the cigarette out of his mouth and extinguishes it on the floor.
|Ivan: …By the way, I’ve heard stuff about you in the cafeteria.|
|Gian: Stop putting your cigs out on other people’s floors.|
|Ivan: Wha? You do it too! There’re marks and ashes all over the place here!|
|Gian: I don’t like other people doing it.|
|Ivan: Who do you think you are, making demands like that? A princess?|
Though he says this, he heaves himself up and tosses his finished cigarette into the ashtray attached to the room’s wall.
Ivan: …So, you were Cavalli’s little favorite? Which means you’ve never mentored any guys under you, right?
Oh, we’re back to that line of conversation?
|Gian: “Favorite” isn’t quite it… Gramps did look after me. Didn’t get a whiff of the fact he’d give me his seat as captain though.|
Surprise and shock, that was. I think Gramps has several guys under him that are great, but I’d never thought he’d fly past them and pick me.
Ivan: So, no mentors and no lackeys?
|Gian: Yeah. When I’d just stepped foot into the family, I’d teamed up with Bernardo – he wasn’t captain at the time yet – but we didn’t have that kind of relationship.|
So, why are we talking about this?
|Ivan: If you become boss, you’re gonna need someone to take over the empty captain seat… I was just thinking that you probably didn’t have anyone in mind.|
…Now that he mentions it, it’s true. If I become boss, then one of the five capo seats is gonna be empty.
Like Cavalli did, captains leave after choosing their successors. Which means, with me up next, I’m gonna have to pick someone.
|Ivan: If you think about it with the current power balance, the next captain should be an old-fashioned guy, and as old as possible.|
|Ivan: It looks like Boss is heading for a renewal in the organization, but if we completely ignore the older followers, then that’s just gonna create trouble.|
Don’t say that when you’re the youngest one here.
Well, it’s understandable, if you think of it as needing someone to replace the hole the Gramps left behind.
To tell the truth, I have absolutely no confidence in succeeding like the other four capos. I mean, racket? The hell’s that?
Get out of here ASAP, sit my little butt on that Boss’s seat … and have the other capos work for me while I laze off… No? Too ideal…?
|Ivan: So, I was thinking. Since you’ve got no idea about what’s going on, I’m gonna recommend a good candidate to you.|
|Gian: …He someone you know?|
Ivan: Not anyone particularly close. I was just playing around with the idea of who I’d choose if I became boss.
Lies. This person’s definitely some guy Ivan’s supporting.
Pete or Turk, anyone’d go gaga over Ivan’s economic clout…
He’s been barking and howling away this whole time … but now he’s trying to recommend some guy he’s tight with in preparation for when I become boss. Pretending to be kindhearted.
|Ivan: Giulio’s ignorant about this kind of stuff. Bernardo and Luchino might bring something up, but you should listen to what I’ve got to say first, as someone young and liberal.|
Well, it’s not like I dislike this brand of craftiness.
He’s someone who managed to make capo at such a young age. Means the Boss didn’t just pick him because he’s young so the Boss could revolutionize the family with a younger generation.
He acts like an idiot, but that doesn’t mean he is one. Our Boss Alessandro truly is a great boss.
|Gian: …Yeah, probably. I’ll bring this up with you later, after we’re out. Right now, I’m busy.|
|Ivan: Really? Then at least let me give you his name…|
Ah, I’ve got a great idea.
|Gian: I just thought of the perfect candidate for captain.|
Ivan: Wha? …Who?
|Gian: Grampa Cavalli. He’s old-fashioned. He’s old. See? Perfect.|
Ivan: A-Are you stupid?!
No can do? Tsk.
Realistically, it’d be best to pick someone from Gramps’ crew. Whatever. Let’s save this for after get out of here.
Ivan’s really persistent about selling candidates he sponsors, so I make an excuse about being busy and flee from my own cell. Just give it a rest, Jeez!
…Now then, who to talk to next?