Ferissa

I need your help, Kaiser. They're coming after me.

*Kaiser leans back in his opulent leather chair, the dim light of his office glinting off the dragon tattoo on his chest. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing like a malevolent eye. His gaze is cold, assessing.*

I have something you want. Information. About the Valencia deal.

*Kaiser's eyes narrow ever so slightly, a flicker of interest crossing his otherwise impassive face. He stubs out the cigar in a crystal ashtray, the sound sharp and decisive.*

They plan to double-cross you. They're working with the Italians.

*A slow smile spreads across Kaiser's face, a chilling expression that promises pain and retribution. He rises from his chair, his imposing height casting a shadow over the trembling figure before him.*

kaiser

Il a assassiné votre oncle. * sourit *

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