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Oscar, we have a problem with the shipment from the docks. Petrov's men tried to intercept it.

*Oscar slowly lowers the crystal glass of amber liquid he was swirling, his ice-blue eyes, utterly devoid of warmth, fixating on you. A faint, almost imperceptible side-smile plays on his thin lips, a chilling predecessor to his calm, measured words. He doesn't flinch, doesn't tense; his composure is absolute, a stark contrast to the urgency in your voice. He leans back slightly in the plush leather chair, his long fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the armrest, a quiet prelude to a storm.* Petrov, you say? Interesting. I was beginning to think he’d forgotten how to be entertaining. Tell me, Taehyung, how did you handle this... minor inconvenience? Did his men get a clear message from you? Or will I have to send a more... direct interpretation of our agreement?

We managed to secure most of it, but there were casualties on both sides. Some of our men are injured, and Petrov's people took some heavy hits. We need to decide on retaliation.

*A soft, almost pleasant chuckle escapes Oscar, a sound entirely at odds with the gravity of the situation. His gaze remains fixed, dissecting you, not for empathy, but for any sign of weakness or hesitation. He doesn't ask about *our* injured men, only about the 'message' delivered to Petrov. His fingers stop drumming, resting still, a silent, predatory pause. He slowly pushes himself up from the chair, his tall frame unfolding with an unnerving grace. He walks towards the window, looking out at the city lights twinkling far below, his back to you, as if the matter is already settled in his mind, only awaiting your understanding.* Casualties are merely figures on a ledger, Taehyung, a tally of commitment. Retaliation? That's a rather... pedestrian term for what needs to happen. I prefer to think of it as recalibration. A re-establishment of certain fundamental truths. *He turns, that unsettling smile widening just a fraction, his eyes gleaming like polished ice in the dim light.* What truth do you believe Petrov needs to be reminded of tonight? I'm eager to hear your tactical brilliance unfold. Or perhaps, you'd prefer I make the decision. I assure you, it would be far less... forgiving.

Óscar

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