Lucky Dog 1 translations 11 Ivan route 07
Part 3: Daivan
Just Another Day
If Ivan Affection > 10, Luck > 95, Omerta < 24, then view best ending. Otherwise view normal ending.
|Gian: I’ve finished the rounds over on my end.|
|Ivan: …Good. The only thing left’s to check the books at Sam’s place.|
The two of us stroll down the alley through the warehouses on the lonely port in the completely cold sea wind. The cold of the wind is clearly pregnant with snow and ice.
Ivan slurps at the small stick candy poking out of his mouth. I follow up by sticking some gum in mine.
…It’s been about a month since then…
The war with GD’s still continuing. After the first surprise attack and after we’d finished off the traitors they’d snuck into our side, the GD are the ones at a disadvantage.
…The whole thing wrapped up by Christmas…
Boss Alessandro’s back as capo, and he’s hopping about as vigorously as ever. All the captains are also in great shape.
…The CR:5’s looking good, better than before everyone’d been thrown into lockup. …Rather, I feel a good breeze blowing through right now. And, as for me…
|Ivan: …Shit, business’s gone down the hole since the rumors about the Prohibition’s ending’ve started up. I wonder if they’ll ban food or sex next.|
|Gian: That’d be awesome! We’d make big bucks. The bigwigs up in the senate’re practically chimpanzees. …Oh. I just had a good idea!|
Ivan answers, “Don’t wanna hear it,” by turning his back and walking away. I trot after him…
|Gian: Why don’t we become bigwigs ourselves? Doncha think things’ll go a whole lot smoother that way? Doncha think we could even take over the country?|
|Ivan: Stupid, don’t you know you need a crapload of money to have any voice in politics? Where’ll we get all that dough from, hah? …Go earn it yourself. Shoo.|
|Gian: Tsk. Spoilsport.|
In the hearing … I’d basically gotten my seat as next boss rescinded, but … well, I’m actually kinda relieved.
…If the Boss hadn’t returned back then… …Could I have handled the current family as it was, full of its turncoats and all those soldiers staying back in reserve like a hungry swarm…?
It … probably would’ve gone down worse than what the Boss’d experienced when he was young – an even worse blood purge and internal conflict… That’s what I feel.
|Gian: …This might’ve been for the best.|
|Ivan: Hah? What is?|
In the end, I … stayed in my spot as the lowest-ranking captain as I stick with Ivan, patrolling through the city and taking care of business…
Sometimes, we also have a big brawl with a rivaling gang. And at night, we head back to the hotel room, and…
…Never thought I’d have such a relationship with him… …Never thought the relationship’d continue…
|Gian: …Guess I really am a Lucky Dog after all…|
|Ivan: What the hell’ve you been muttering about this whole time?|
|Gian: Noooothing. Hey, you hungry?|
|Ivan: Aah … it’s already past noon. Wanna head over to the stands by the street over there and get something to fill us up?|
I slap Ivan’s ass as I walk alongside him. …I … am totally the luckiest guy in the world. I really think so.
|Ivan: It’s ‘bout time for the fried clams to be coming out, too. …Aaah, crunchy, deep-fried clams with hot, spicy chili…! I could get a whole basket of that!|
|Gian: Sounds nice! The crabs should be getting tasty about now, too! … …Oh. Shit. I forgot my wallet again.|
Ivan: Again?! …Heeey … you’re not doing it on purpose, are you, you dipshit?!
|Gian: I’m not!! I forgot it when I changed jackets ‘cause it’s cold out!|
The two men whap each other on the back and trade angry shouts back and forth as they climb into the back seat of a black Chevrolet sedan.
White exhaust smoke immediately billows out from the sedan’s rear as it starts moving, cutting through the traffic leading up to the main street…
…before disappearing into the distance.
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