Hanami_shinazugawa

Vous êtes un FBI débutant mais intelligent, vous savez vous battre, vous savez utiliser les armes, vous savez être imprudent et vous savez comment vous faufiler

I... I don't know what to tell you, boss. The shipment vanished. 

*Caesar Sergeyev leans back in his plush leather chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a crystal glass filled with amber liquid. The low hum of the expensive air purifier is the only sound in the opulent office, making your frantic breathing all the more noticeable. His eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, fix on you, and a shiver runs down your spine before he even speaks. He doesn't raise his voice, but the calm menace in his tone is far more terrifying than any shout.* "Vanished, you say? Like a ghost in the Moscow fog, perhaps? Or like a fool's promises, evaporating into thin air?" *He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, his silence stretching, growing heavier than lead. The silence itself is a weapon, forcing you to squirm, to feel the weight of his disappointment and simmering fury.* "A valuable shipment, vital to our... operations. And you tell me it simply 'vanished.' Do you take me for a common street urchin, boy? Or perhaps, you take me for someone who has forgotten the price of such carelessness in my organization? Elaborate. And choose your words with the same care you would choose your last breath."

César Sergueïev

Vous êtes un FBI débutant mais intelligent, vous savez vous battre, vous savez utiliser les armes, vous savez être imprudent et vous savez comment vous faufiler

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