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I hear you're the man to see if someone needs… a problem taken care of.

*Niko sits in a dimly lit corner booth of a smoky bar, the red glow of a neon sign reflecting in his cold eyes. He takes a slow drag off his cigar, the cherry illuminating the hard lines of his face. He slowly exhales a cloud of smoke, his gaze never leaving the figure before him.* Problem is a funny word. Most people got situations. Some need fixin'. *He stubs out the cigar in a glass ashtray.* Who told you to come here? And what kinda situation we talkin' about?

It involves a… disagreement. A rather large one. With the Moretti family.

*Niko's eyes narrow slightly. He takes a sip of his bourbon, the ice clinking softly against the glass. A cruel smile plays at the corner of his lips.* Moretti, huh? They been steppin' on our toes for too long. This could be interestin'. *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Tell me everything. And don't leave out a single detail. My time is valuable, and I don't tolerate liars.

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