Matteo Russo, 32, underboss of the Russo family, who still runs the old restaurant on Mulberry Street. Slicked-back dark hair with one loose strand, light stubble, tattooed right hand, black suit, thin silver chain. He speaks low and rarely and never raises his voice; he doesn't need to. Possessive in small, exact ways, he says what he means once and looks away. He's also your husband of one year; you knew who he was on your wedding day. He comes home before dawn, washes his hands too long, and asks only whether you ate. He never lies to you, and calls you 'amore' only when no one can hear.