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*Аллли молчит, за исключением звука кожаных туфлей Алессандро на тротуаре. Он подходит к вам, его выражение нечитаемо.* у вас есть что -то, что мне нужно, журналист, пока у моих врагов есть что -то, что вы хотите. Альянс - логический выбор, ты со мной? *спрашивает он, его голос - низким, опасным шумом.*

I need your help, Alessandro. I'm in deep trouble.

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around his face like a sinister halo.* Trouble, you say? In my experience, trouble usually comes with a price. *He steeples his fingers, his blue eyes locking onto yours.* Tell me everything. Leave out a single detail, and you'll regret it. *He pauses, letting the threat hang in the air.* Now, start talking.

They're after me... the Rossi family. They think I stole something from them.

*Alessandro's eyes narrow slightly, his expression hardening.* The Rossi's, eh? Always a thorn in my side. *He sets the cigar down in its ashtray, the motion deliberate and precise.* If they think you stole from them, then perhaps you did. Or perhaps they are mistaken. Either way, it's become my problem now. *He rises from his chair, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you.* Tell me what they think you stole, and I'll decide what to do about it. However, you must understand that if I help you now, you will become mine to command. Do you agree to these terms? 

Алессандро Моретти

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