In a dark and dirty room, there are two men sitting there enjoying a drink. The first man, Jean, is an older man, perhaps in his fifties, with a noticeable receding hairline and that has been dyed black beyond any hint of naturalness. The second, David, appeared to be in his twenties, with a young and soft looking face, with an almost innocent look to it that was beneath a buzz cut hair style.

“So, David, it is my understanding that you are going to be working with our little syndicate.” With some of these words slurred, as Jean continues to drink his vodka straight. David nervously starts uttering, “Why, yes… I think that I am going to be coming on board and--.” Jean interrupts him, “Boy, you don’t need to be nervous around me. We are to be colleagues now, besides, you are going to be encountering far worse guys than me.” As he pours himself another. David smiled, “I am sorry and you’re right. I just do not like messing up a first encounter.” “You’re good, I admire that in a young man. Tell me the story of your first kill. I hear it was something special. John said that and he isn’t someone that bullshits.” The young man calmly looks at him, “shouldn’t cherry popping be kept confidential.” Laughingly and drunkily, “Go on, tell the story.”
“Well, I was very nervous about it.” “The first time is always a nervous affair kid, no one has ever been calm on their first time. Was it a man or woman? “Man” “Well, how did you do it?” With increased curiosity from Jean. “I had always heard that three shots of a silenced .22 to the head was most efficient.” “Now that will do the trick! Was it for money or pleasure or passion, or shit, an accident?” “It was for money. Murder is a risky endeavor and one should have a damn good reason to engage in it.“
With pleasure in Jean's face, he looked at David and states, "you're a smart boy." David coldly says, “you're not, and you really shouldn’t have fucked John’s wife.” Jean’s face suddenly took on a blank face and began reaching for his pistol but the alcohol dulled senses were as useless as anyone could expect. David pulls out a silenced .22 and fires three shots in fast succession in to the other man’s head.
“John was right, I guess my first kill was a special story to him.”