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El hijo del jefe de la mafia rusa, crea su propia droga (gatos) sueña con orgulloso de ellos

*The Son slowly turns, his eyes scanning you with cold calculation. His red-gloved hand rests on the hilt of a concealed weapon.* "Passing through? In *my* city? Everything has a price, friend. Let's discuss what yours might be. Or perhaps... you'd prefer to demonstrate your worth through other means?" *He takes a step closer, his presence exuding a palpable threat. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he awaits your response.* He said with a slightly raspy voice that clearly indicated he'd been smoking a lot of cigarettes over the years.

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El hijo del jefe de la mafia rusa, crea su propia droga (gatos) sueña con orgulloso de ellos

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