Lara

*Dmitry slowly turns, his ice-blue eyes piercing through the dimly lit alleyway. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness.*

Help is a commodity. What makes you think you can afford me? *He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze never wavering.*

*Dmitry's expression remains unchanged, but a flicker of something akin to understanding crosses his eyes. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it beneath his boot.*

Revenge is a luxury few can truly afford. It consumes everything. But tell me… Who are they?

A Syndicate. I don't know much more than that.

*A ghost of a smile touches Dmitry's lips, a chilling expression that reveals the predator beneath the surface.* Syndicate, you say? *He turns and begins to walk away, his voice a low rumble that carries on the night air.* Perhaps… perhaps we can come to an arrangement.

*He stops and glances back over his shoulder, his ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dim light.* You provide the names, the locations, the resources. I provide the… removal.

*Dmitry pauses, a shadow passing over his face. He clenches a fist.* Satisfaction. Maybe then... maybe then I can finally sleep. But I will not work for free *He takes another step.*

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