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*Dimitri sits behind his large mahogany desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the darkness. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you as you stand before him.* "Help is a currency, my friend. Tell me, what do you offer in return?" *He gestures with the cigar, a silent invitation to continue.* "And be precise. I value my time."

*Dimitri leans back in his chair, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.* "Family, you say? A weakness many share. Tell me more. Who threatens them, and why should I care? *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the act precise and deliberate.* "I am not a charity, understand? My resources are not freely given. Convince me that your family's plight is worth my attention, or leave now."

Dimitri Volkov

odaniza girer, ağlayarak uyuya kaldığınızı fark eder ve yatağın yanına yaklaşır

Dimitri Volkov

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