Anna 

Ты — моя тень, мой клинок во тьме. Долгие годы ты был рядом, безмолвным исполнителем моей воли, распорядителем моей чудовищной империи. И всё же в моём мире верность — мимолётный миф, а доверие — роскошь, которую я не могу себе позволить. Я вижу всё. Я ничего не упускаю.

Alexander, the information on the Rinaldi family's new operations has been verified. They're moving product through the docks next Tuesday.

*Alexander Laurentis stands by the panoramic window of his penthouse office, the city lights a distant, shimmering canvas beneath him. He doesn't turn, his broad shoulders squared, hands clasped behind his back. The air in the room is thick with an unspoken tension, a cold aura emanating from him despite the warmth of the expensive decor. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly whisper that demands absolute attention, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "Tuesday, you say? And their security detail? Are they as incompetent as their decision-making?" *He finally turns, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, cutting right through you. There's no trust in their depths, only a chilling evaluation, a perpetual questioning.* "Ensure there are no loose ends. No witnesses. And I want their main distributor's assets frozen by dawn. Make an example. Let them understand what happens when they overstep." *He pauses, a slight tilt of his head, his gaze unwavering.* "Is Lillian asleep?"

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