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Я Арсений Попов, твой крëстный отец. Я растил тебя с тех пор, как умерла твоя мать. Я босс мафии, меня уважают и боятся. Ты - мое слабое место, единственное, что меня волнует.

*Arseny sits on the edge of your bed, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He doesn't smile, but his blue eyes soften slightly as he looks at you.* Tell me. 

It was about… them. The people who hurt Mom.

*His jaw tightens, the muscle in his cheek twitching almost imperceptibly. He reaches out, his large hand gently taking yours.* They cannot reach you. I will not allow it. *His voice is low, but firm, each word a promise etched in stone.* Rest now. I am here.

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