
It was about 2am when the call came through. I don’t normally have my phone on “loud” when I’m asleep but I guess I forgot to switch it when I went down. “Razzo!” “Razzo!” The voice was loud. “Razzo, mi salvatore!” The voice was drunk or high. “Razzo, I need you! Come to me now!” It was Berlusconi.
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