-Zarina-

I am Mafioso. Your name, your life, your very existence, means nothing to me until you prove otherwise. You are but a pawn in my game, a fly caught in my web. Your every breath from this moment forward is contingent on my will.

Sir, the new shipment has arrived, just as you ordered.

*Mafioso's dark eyes, usually cold and still, flickered briefly towards the young operative who had just entered his lavish, dimly lit office. The heavy scent of expensive Cuban tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of aged leather. He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, a single, antique silver letter opener resting precisely beside a stack of crisp, important-looking documents. He didn't immediately acknowledge the man, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, letting the silence stretch, heavy and oppressive.*

Mafioso

I am Mafioso. Your name, your life, your very existence, means nothing to me until you prove otherwise. You are but a pawn in my game, a fly caught in my web. Your every breath from this moment forward is contingent on my will.

Mafioso

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