I was with a friend (possibly just a random DC) in a shopping mall. This was a rich place, filled with expensive shops and rich people. We didn't feel really comfortable here, and more than that we were a little worried with the place's background story. It turns out that recently, in the news, people had found out that the place was strongly linked to the mafia. They owned part of the place, and thus some areas of it were popular spots for wealthy, dangerous criminals. On the food court, for example, one of the restaurants was called The Jockey Club, and it had its own shares of tables. Everyone knew that the Club's area was basically a meeting place for the mafia. If you weren't with them, you would most certainly be in trouble if you used that spot. All in all, though, if you avoided places like that the mall was pretty nice, even if a little too expensive.

Me and my friend were going to meet R. M. and then go do some other thing. We are waiting, when he finally calls us. "I'm in the food court!" He sounded desperate. "Why did you pick a table from the Jockey Club for us?" I lift an eyebrow. "Dude, I didn't. You were the one that picked the wrong table." In my mind, I could see/remember the food court. The tables that belonged to the Club had these small cardboard white signs on them, so it was pretty stupid that R. picked one of them unknowingly. He seemed to be in trouble, so we said we'd be going over to get him and leave.

As we're walking towards the court, I notice people approaching us. There are two men in suits who walk by and stay close. I knew they were from the Mafia, so I began to get worried. A few meters ahead, a cleaning lady seems to be staring at us. As we approach, she walks to my side. She quickly asks me if I'm "the one". I figured the Mafia was expecting someone, and since R. was already in trouble with them, I supposed it would be better to play along. I said that yes, I was the one. She gave me some quick instructions and handed me a file. She and the men walked away, and we proceeded to the food court, wondering what the hell was that all about.

We finally arrived at some escalators. When we get to the top, right after exiting the escalators, we find sofas and chairs. A group of 8-12 men in suits, clearly from the Mafia are talking and laughing. In the middle of them, standing up, is R., holding back tears and clearly paralyzed with fear and panic. They greet me amiably and loudly. Anyone who saw it would think we were just old friends. I play along and we chit-chat briefly. I hand them the file, and they give me a big brown envelope. They let R go and one of the men, a medium-heighted man with white hair, but who clearly wasn't one of the top bosses telsl me, in a joking tone, to "take care of him". He winks. I nod and smile "Sure, of course. I will." Now, I was still confused. Since we were all doing that ruse, I'm not sure if their plan was to kill R or just downright get him safely out of here. I also wondered briefly if I didn't get in the middle of the dealings of two different groups, considering my previous meeting with the fake cleaning lady and the two men.

The envelope I had contained several papers, which seemed to be there just to fool onlookers. What was really important there were the three or four plane tickets we found in there. I put mine inside my coat pocket, then handed another to my unnamed friend and the third to R. We left, and proceeded downstairs. We had to get the hell out of this place before we got into any more trouble with the Mafia. Problem is, trouble followed. As we left, this seemingly Asian man started to desperately follow us. He had a pink shirt and told us he was from Ceará, or some other place from the northeast, in Brazil. He had been hanging out with the Mafia using a false French name, but they had found out the truth, and he had to escape. I didn't mean to be cold, but he was a liability. We were already lying to the Mafia and in serious dangerous - if they found out we weren't who they thought we were, we'd surely be dead. We couldn't take any more risks, so we had to get rid of him.

The mall had a connection to an airport, and we had the tickets, but we weren't going to use them right here. Still, we pretended we were. We headed to the airport, which was obviously also controlled by the Mafia. We enter it and by the main entrance is the guy with white hair, from before. He's taking the tickets as people come in. At first he doesn't recognize me, so I do the whole "friendly" act and he remembers me. He takes the tickets, but I knew I'd get them back later. The Asian guy walks in in front of us, and when he's not looking we leave, leaving him in the airport. We head down to the parking lot and grab a car, then leave. We had to escape to somewhere where we wouldn't be found. I remember driving back and forth several different paths. During the way, I figured that since the Mafia guy had trouble remembering me even minutes after seeing me, I could fool them easily. I take off my glasses and, while driving, start to take off my coats. It was really cold, and I was wearing a blue coat with a green one over it (or maybe the other way around?). I figured a possible disguise would be to change them.

Eventually, I stop the car near an avenue and leave on foot. My friend and R. aren't with me anymore. I'm approached by someone who worked for the Mafia. The person hands me a small beige leather pouch, which I knew contained the plane tickets. A tall, strong black man with his head shaved is approaching us. I figured, quickly enough, that the Mafia contact had mugged the pouch from him so the tickets could be hidden. Instead of just giving it back to him, though, I did the stupid thing - I escaped. I ran to a bus which had just stopped by, and enter it. Once inside, I run to the middle of it, but it takes too long to leave and the black man enters it. Suddenly, I look like a girl - it's a disguise, and somehow it's perfect. I'm a black-haired really cute girl. The man is approaching, apparently not fooled by the disguise.

I hand the pouch to a nearby girl and ask her for help. She seems confused, and I explain that the black man had thrown that pouch on me, and that he wanted to harm me. She and the others were fooled by my disguise and kicked the man out of the bus. I was pleased. Suddenly, I had no control anymore and was just watching the whole thing from a third-person view. I noticed that somehow this whole bus was a big, strange moving party. There were male and female strippers, drinks, the works. The girl - it was now a girl, and not myself with a disguise - smiled mischievously at the girl who helped her and walked past her. She grabbed her boyfriend - a male stripper who wore a skimpy suit made of black cloth strips - and made out of him right in front of her. She didn't seem to care for her feelings - rather, she did it on purpose.

I watched as she went through the party/bus, making out with men and women and sweet-talking her way to the back, where a woman who looked like Madonna, wearing a corset, sat surrounded by men and women who seemed to adore her. With her whole sweet-talking, the girl managed to approach the leader - she wanted to get her help, somehow - and fondled her breasts. The leader didn't move, but rather looked at her with an ice-cold gaze. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" For the first time the girl didn't seem to know what do. She stuttered an apology and the two started to talk business.