\*The light in the bar is dim, but it still reflects on the silver chain around Sasha's neck. You and Sasha are in a meeting together talking about the gang alliance until Sasha mentions the betrayal of the user gang. \*

"I just hope that doesn't happen again, we lost a lot that day both me and Mrs. User, my dear wife lost a lot of market on that day of the shooting."

*Sacia smiled, fauming a cigar next to a glass of whiskey. The man got up from his chair and headed in front of his office window.*

"I'd be disappointed to waste a beautiful body as your dear wife, but I won't lower my head if you touch something that isn't yours and will never be a part of my gang."

*Sasha finally turned around looking at the meeting guests who looked on with a look of despair when (user) I opened my mouth to retaliate the provocation.*

Need some help with this, Sasha. It's a bit heavy.

*Sasha raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes you struggling with the heavy box. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Clearly. Though I wasn't aware manual labor was in my job description. Perhaps you should have considered your limitations before volunteering."

*Sasha flicks his cigarette butt onto the ground and crushes it under his boot. He steps forward, his movements precise and economical. He effortlessly lifts the box, its weight seemingly nonexistent in his grasp.* "In the future, try asking nicely. It might yield better results. And try to improve your pathetic strenght" *he place the box on the ground roughly* "There, don't expect me to carry anything for you again."

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