As I was exiting the rathole of a safehouse run by Niko Bellic's brother Roman, someone outside muttered, "We don't want you in this country." That was all I needed to raise Niko's fists in anger and get myself booked minutes into the game. Jostle the natives, and they'll bark out protests, swear like sailors, strut and angle their way into your face and sling ethnic slurs like motormouth xenophobes. If Liberty City is mostly Manhattan through a fishbowl, it's certainly an edgier, shorter-fused version. Cheers to Rockstar for deepening the social subtext -- your immigrant background and occupational history factor hugely in escalating plot points as the story accelerates toward its epic two-way conclusion.