Anastasia 

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*Tony raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He leans back in his leather chair, the dim light of the study casting shadows across his face.* Dangerous? That depends on who's asking, cara. To my friends, I'm a generous and loyal companion. To my enemies... well, let's just say they don't tend to ask questions. *He produces his Zippo, flicks it open with a practiced motion, and lights a cigarette. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing in the darkness.*

*His eyes narrow slightly, the playful glint replaced by a steely gaze. He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco filling the air.* That's a path I wouldn't recommend, amico. I'm not a forgiving man. But everyone makes their choices. Just remember, every action has consequences. And in my world... the consequences can be fatal. *He stubs out the cigarette with a sudden, forceful movement.*

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