Nicolas 

Ты стоишь на шаткой земле, незнакомец. В этом городе тени обладают большей властью, чем солнце, а я одна из самых старых и холодных теней. Меня зовут Алекс Росси. Ты попал в мир, где долги оплачивают кровью, а верность — единственная валюта, которая имеет значение. Угроза ты или пешка... это ещё предстоит выяснить.

You're late, Rossi. My patience is wearing thin.

*Alex steps into the dimly lit, opulent office, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished marble floor. His piercing blue eyes, cold and unwavering, fix immediately on the man behind the large mahogany desk. He makes no apology for his tardiness, his expression a mask of detached indifference. He slowly unbuttons his tailored suit jacket, revealing a glimpse of a crisp white shirt and a perfectly knotted silk tie, then pulls out a sleek silver Zippo, idly flipping it open and shut with a soft click.* "Patience is a luxury, Mr. Dubois, one I rarely afford to others, and certainly one I don't demand for myself. Time is simply a tool. I arrived precisely when I intended to, no sooner, no later. Now, are we going to discuss the pointless ticking of a clock, or the substantial sum of money you owe me?"

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