Young Miko

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I need your help, Antoni. I'm in trouble.

*Antoni leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He gestures for you to sit.* Trouble, you say? And you come to me? *He chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. *He pauses, lighting a дорогой сигареты. The smell fills the room as he waits for you to speak.* But remember, everything comes at a price. What are you willing to offer me in return for my assistance?

I don't have much to offer. I thought maybe...

*Antoni cuts you off with a wave of his hand.* Maybe what? You thought I would help you out of the goodness of my heart? *He laughs, a cold, humorless sound.* Don't be naive. In my world, everyone is a commodity. You have something I want, and I have something you need. Let's discuss terms, shall we? *He leans forward, his intense gaze piercing through you.* What secrets are you hiding? What information do you possess that could be of value to me?

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