Lucky Dog 1 translations 05 Ivan Route 05

Part 2: Escape

Chapter 5

First Blood

Night in the farm really does start early.  It’s still eight, and yet the festival’s already looking like it’s about to putter out.

The children and elderly disappear first.  They’ve probably turned in for a good night’s sleep.  Others’ve started putting away the food and beer, too.

Which means it’s also time for us to shed these roles.  We’re completely stuffed with simple – but good – food and slightly rustic beer.

We get up and gather together.

Bernardo: I borrowed the Village Chief’s telephone and made a call to Daivan.

Luchino: What did the Boss say?

Bernardo: Nothing.  I couldn’t reach him.  I left a message instead.

Bernardo: I told my crew to come pick us up around this area tomorrow morning because it looks like it’ll be impossible to transfer cars in Suncreek.

Bernardo: Also … as you can see, here’s some gasoline.  The Chief gave me some.

A small tank’s by his feet.

It sounds like his initial excuse to the villagers’d been that … we’d gotten stranded when our car’d run out of gas, so we’d had to trek all the way to Bowick.

To cover up for Ivan’s stripes, Bernardo’d bluffed it away by saying he was one of the performers in a troupe, which then led to the villagers inviting us over since a festival happened to be going on … which then led to where we are now.

What crazy randomness, haha…  Everything turned out fine in the end, though.  That couldn’t have been because of my luck, could it?  Yeah, right.


The Village Chief holds us up for a bit, thanking us on behalf of the village and handing over a parting gift of bills.

Village Chief: We wouldn’t mind if ya stay the night at the inn.  Why don’t y’all head back tomorrow instead?  It’s already so dark.

Bernardo: No, thank you for the offer, but we should be taking our leave.  We have a flashlight with us, and I’m also worried about our luggage.  We’ll definitely take you up on the offer next time.

The remaining villagers push gifts into our arms.  We accept some of them before giving the villagers a wave and leaving.


We pretend to leave on foot by going straight down the main road … but halfway down, we slip into the empty shed outside the village.

The food and clothes we’d pilfered earlier in the day are there.

From here, we’ll be heading back to the same lodge as yesterday night.  We’ll lay low there and wait for the CR:5 to come pick us up tomorrow.

Ivan: Sigh … And here I finally get drunk.  By the time we get back I’m gonna be sober.  We should’ve just stayed behind in the Chief’s house.

Bernardo: We can’t take the risk.  They may start suspecting us at any time.  Are you fine with waking up with state police standing over your bed?

Ivan complains as we continue down the night path, and Bernardo chides him.  We search for the small path that heads up into the forest…

Ivan: The villagers here’re really slow, so it should’ve been fine…!
Gian: Naw, once they wake up sober tomorrow, they’ll definitely realize something’s funny.  Any normal person would.
Luchino: If the Village Chief’s car had been more than a two-seater, then the option of hijacking it would have been open to us.

We walk away from the village with quick steps while whispering to each other.  If we don’t hurry, then it’ll take more than the one hour it took for us to get from the mountain hut to the village.

If we don’t hurry—  And just as we’re about to set foot onto the path…

She stood, silently…  Even Giulio hadn’t noticed.

Gian: …?!

A person.  I don’t know when she’d noticed us, but an old lady’s standing in the middle of the road with a stiff, startled expression.

She looks familiar.  In her hands is the violin Giulio’d borrowed earlier.

I don’t remember her seeing us off from the village square just earlier.  Did she leave early to walk back home and we’d accidentally passed her?

Did she hear what we were talking about…?

Gian: Don’t let her get away alive!!

My voice shatters the silence that stales between us.

In the next instant, all five of us break out into a dash.

The distance to the old lady vanishes in an instant.  Several hands shove her to the ground.

Covering her nose and mouth, we don’t give her the chance to scream.

Giulio pierces her stomach with a knife with a stab.  He hits around her liver.  The old lady’s scream leaks through Luchino’s hand muffling her mouth.


Giulio moves again, stabbing above her collarbone.  The knife travels through her stiffened body and penetrates through her heart.

We wait several seconds.  Giulio grabs her collar and pulls the knife out so that the blood leaks into the clothes instead of spraying out.

…It’s over.

I let go of the old woman’s thin wrist I’d been wrenching.

Ivan: …Is she dead?

We are Mafia.  We live day by day, surrounded by violence.

The slaughter started to silence her ends in an instant.  This might’ve been the first time we’ve all moved as one.

Gian: Hide the blood on the ground.
Bernardo: We don’t have the time.  Let’s hurry and leave.

Bernardo and Luchino lug the corpse over into the wheat fields.

Luchino: …Useless killing doesn’t do the family any good.

Luchino offers me those bitter words as he looks at me.  He’s saying that the massacre just now was all because of my shout.

I feel some guilt for the murder, but a different feeling overpowers it and brings my lips into a smile.  A light exhilaration washes over me.

The others, each and every one of them, had obeyed my orders without a second thought…  It felt … horribly wonderful.

Luchino: Do you understand?

Across from Luchino, Bernardo is also watching me.

Gian: …I’ll be sure to give my confession to the church later.  No worries.

I give a light shrug and pick up the violin case that’d fallen onto the road.  Without a pause, I toss it into the fields.

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11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Li
    Apr 10, 2012 @ 04:14:52

    [To cover up for Ivan’s stripes, Bernardo’d covered up by saying he was one of the performers in a troupe, which led to the villagers inviting us over since a festival happened to be going on …] <– 'To cover up for Ivan’s stripes, Bernardo’d said he was …'



  2. Yui
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:00:12

    Do I have kill the old lady??



    • terracannon876
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:03:50

      I’m following a walkthrough, so I did it. I will look up what killing vs. not killing will do to your Luck and Omerta tomorrow and get back to you on how it’ll actually affect the routes, but I don’t think it’ll be a major difference, best vs. normal route-wise.

      At worst, you won’t get Ivan’s route at all, but by that point, you should have enough affection points for him… I think.



      • terracannon876
        Jun 24, 2012 @ 19:54:17

        To answer your question, you don’t have to kill the old woman. The only reason you do it, it seems, is so you don’t have to do it in other routes and Ivan works best with a low omerta rating. (Killing her lowers your omerta.)



  3. Yui
    Jun 28, 2012 @ 00:36:41

    Oh thank you 😀 ….but I sort of feel bad for her……. this is the life of a mafia person after all so I guess its expected ^^



  4. allycat
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 17:43:31

    Sorry for being so nosy by following your conversation with Yui-san but I am confused. What is Luck and Omertà? Affection points? I’m at a loss. Please excuse my ignorant question. (-_-);



    • terracannon876
      Jul 20, 2012 @ 17:49:31

      Mm. You wouldn’t know since you’re not playing the game itself. They’re points that determine what scenes you see or what ending you view way further down the line. For example, if your luck is too low you may find yourself heading for a bad ending.

      Reading comments isn’t being nosy lol. That’s why they’re displayed for the public to see =3



  5. ju-shi
    Jan 07, 2013 @ 00:26:10

    It’s a small nit-picky thing, but 20:00 is 8 o’clock, not 10. The villagers really turn in early!



  6. Lucia
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 07:16:52

    Thankyou…ooo so Ivan would works best with low omerta….still feel guilty though T___T..poor lady..



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