Albertine was also silently counting the days of his past life.
On this New Year's Eve, he should have been in the conference room on the third floor of the Prohibition Bureau, listening to "Moonlight Sonata" or "The Quiet Waters of the Soro River," passing this long period of time.
But now, he could only stay in his cramped apartment, staring at the night outside the window, with nothing to do.
The only solace might be that bottle of Marvin's treasured Napa Vintage '88, the most precious wine batch from Napa Vineyard, brewed with the best sunshine and rain over the past fifty years.
Even before the Prohibition, it was a rare treasure.
Let alone now.
This wine was countless times better than those bootlegs on the market.
Albertine uncorked the bottle, poured himself a glass, and inhaled the aroma in the cup, but then thought of what Ethan might be doing at this moment.
Previously, Albertine might not have paid much attention to this newly risen Mafia leader.
