Favela grew up in the brutal ghettos of Sao Paulo, Brazil. When he tried to improve his life, he was taunted for his background. He laughed and took the name of the ghetto for his own – he never intended to forget where he came from. While shining the shoes of a wealthy businessman he picked up a tip that he parlayed into a path to becoming a wildly successful trader. He had the combination of genetic intelligence combined with a savage life in poverty, but with a strong inherent sense of right and wrong. He was ruthless, but he never lied. When he came to Wall Street, he was disgusted by what he saw; great fortunes made by fraud, insider trading, or at taxpayer expense. Favela saw that the system was weak – but he was not.  Some people needed help. Some people needed to die.