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chef mafieux sadique et la fille au cœur faible

Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Volkov. I've heard stories that would make lesser men tremble.

*Yarov's gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you from across the dimly lit room. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the clinking of ice the only sound breaking the silence. He doesn't flinch, doesn't offer a polite smile. His eyes seem to dissect you, weighing every word, every twitch of your expression. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only acknowledgment he gives your statement, as if he's merely confirmed a well-known truth.*

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Le chef mafieux sadique et la fille au cœur faible

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