FRONT VIEW, GUYS

I wonder if he's tired, upset, doesn't want to talk, wants to sleep, wants to be left alone, or is that Finnish again?

My little fanon thoughts about Vito and Henry.

Vito reacts calmly to the sounds of gunfire, but reacts with hostility and nervousness to sounds similar to loud explosions (reminds him of events at the front).

Henry has something of the same painful memory - the colognes his dead wife.

Vito is a dog person (no wonder, since he has posters of dogs hanging in his childhood room). And Henry is a cat person.

These two, when they get together to drink (just them, no one else) drink a little and spend most of the time talking and can afford to sit in silence.

Vito once gave his cross to Henry, because he himself could not identify with religion after losing his family, and Henry still remained a believer. Henry considered carrying the cross with him as a symbol of good luck.

Vito often smells like coffee and cigarettes, while Henry smells like expensive cologne, but with a slight hint of cigarette smoke.

Henry knows what kind of coffee Vito drinks and therefore, when he makes an appointment with him early in the morning somewhere in a restaurant, he always orders him coffee in advance.

Henry still feels guilty about Vito being in prison.

Henry, unlike Joe, who jokingly scolds Vito for careless driving, makes comments more often and more seriously, but not in a way that upsets or offends (and not everyone wants to die on the road because of a driver flying through a red light).

Henry learns about Vito's PTSD (which most often manifests as panic and a withdrawn, short-tempered mood for the rest of the day due to loud explosions threatening his life) from Joe after the mission to assassinate Clemente at the hotel, but Henry never asks Vito directly out of respect.

They both treat women very well. With respect and due politeness, always ready to stand up for and help.

They remembered each other's favorite cigarettes.

I'M SO SORRY, BUT THIS IS VITO AT THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME, WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HIS LIFE

Their smiles are directed at each other.

I'M CRYING, THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹🥹

“Owls and crows are predestined to be mortal enemies. Opposites in design and approach but overall fighting for the same goal… hunting down prey.”

Well, that's Sam Trapani himself In my performance. It seems like a mask would suit him very well.

The Sainz' appendicitis is part of the inheritance

Sarah: Have you guys seen a kitten? He ran into the restaurant from the street, all wet, I hid him in a box from Salieri. And now I look - there is no kitten. Tommy and Paulie, looking at each other: no, we haven't seen it. Sarah: Then why are you sitting there? Help me find it before the kitten goes to Frank or Salieri! After thirty minutes of searching, the kitten is on Trapani's lap. On the lap of a sleeping Trapani, who propped his head on his hand, while the kitten gathered itself into a ball from time to time, clung to the sleeping man's body and purred deafeningly loudly. Sarah, in a whisper: Well, now we know that Sam is loved not only by women, but also by cats.

If only you knew how much I love this man (and in this drawing he is especially beautiful) 🙏

chilli puppy

I love the way Francois looks in all these photos. He is handsome, charming and admirable. :)