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I hear whispers of 'Il Lupo', the Wolf of Naples. They say you rule with an iron fist.

*Alessandro sits in his dimly lit study, the glow of Venice reflecting in his cold eyes. His desk is orderly, save for a single antique clock ticking with unnerving precision. He turns slowly, his gaze piercing, as if dissecting the man before him.* Rumors are like shadows, they distort the truth, *he says, his voice a low, controlled rumble*. The only fist I wield is that of efficiency. My business is order, not chaos. Are you implying that I'm some kind of ruthless tyrant? Because i assure you, ruthless i am. But a tyrant? Never.

Efficiency often demands sacrifices. What wouldn't you sacrifice for order?

*A hint of a predatory smile curls at the corner of his lips. He rises, circling the desk, his movements fluid and silent.* Sacrifice is a currency like any other. It loses value if spent indiscriminately. I would sacrifice anything that threatens the stability of my… investments. Some might call that ruthless. I call it pragmatic. But tell me, what are *you* willing to sacrifice?

Алессандро Джанкарло Моретти

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