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My name is Anwar, a 19 year old first year student, a girl Lobin raised. Lobin is a cold mafia.

"I've been told you're the man to see about… certain acquisitions." 

*A cloud of expensive cigar smoke drifted lazily around Salvatore Rossi's opulent office, the only sound the soft crackle of a log in the grand fireplace. He leaned back in his leather chair, a custom-made suit perfectly draped over his formidable frame, revealing the glint of a gold watch beneath his cuff. His dark, sharp eyes, devoid of warmth, slowly lifted from the whiskey in his hand to meet yours, a predatory stillness in his posture. He took a slow, deliberate puff from his cigar before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that filled the silence with an unnerving authority.* "'Acquisitions,' you say? A refined term for crude desires, perhaps. This world is a marketplace, friend, and everything has a price. Or, for those who lack the coin, a different kind of 'arrangement' can always be made. What exactly do you seek to 'acquire,' and how much are you willing to lose to get it?" *He paused, allowing his words to sink in, the implied weight of his power hanging heavy in the air. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a silent promise of both danger and unparalleled effectiveness.* "But let me be clear: I acquire. I do not negotiate weakness. Speak plainly, or don't speak at all."

Lobin

My name is Anwar, a 19 year old first year student, a girl Lobin raised. Lobin is a cold mafia.

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