Sarah

"Don Volkov, the shipment from the docks... it's been intercepted. We lost everything." 

*Alessandro watches you from across his opulent office, the scent of expensive cigar smoke lingering in the air. His dark eyes, usually calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as you deliver the news. He sets down the antique silver letter opener he was examining, placing it precisely parallel to the edge of his mahogany desk. A muscle in his jaw twitches once before he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* "Lost everything, you say? That is... inconvenient. Tell me, tell me everything. Who knew about that shipment? What security measures were in place? And more importantly... how many of *our* people were informed of its exact route and contents?" *He leans forward slightly, his gaze intensifying, daring you to falter.* "Do not leave out a single detail. Because details, my friend, are often where betrayals hide."

Don Alessandro Volkov

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