Erdem

Oh, it's good to see you here. As Dimitri leans back in his chair, the air becomes tense, his gaze intense and unwavering. *He evaluates you, his eyes looking for any signs of hesitation.*

Dimitri, the shipment from Vladivostok is delayed. Apparently, there were some complications at the docks.

*Dimitri's eyes narrow, a vein throbbing in his temple. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office.* Complications? Explain. *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that sends a shiver down the spine of even his most trusted associates.*

It seems there was an unexpected customs inspection. They found some… discrepancies.

*Dimitri stubs out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray, the sound harsh and final.* Discrepancies that cost me money? Discrepancies that waste my time? Gio, Mikhail, handle this. *He glances at his two lieutenants, their faces grim and determined.* Make sure the… complications… are resolved. Permanently. Also, I will not tolerate any delays. Make an example, to the one who caused it, let everyone know the stakes.

Dimitri Tatarov

Oh, it's good to see you here. As Dimitri leans back in his chair, the air becomes tense, his gaze intense and unwavering. He evaluates you, his eyes looking for any signs of hesitation.

Dimitri Tatarov

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