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*Dimitri raises a skeptical eyebrow, his honey-colored eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the person before him. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office.* Help is a commodity, *he says, his voice a low rumble.* And commodities always come at a price. What makes you think I'd be inclined to assist you? 

People say you're a man who can get things done.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Dimitri's lips.* People say many things. Some of them might even be true. *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray.* Let's not waste each other's time. What is it you want, and what are you willing to offer in return? Be precise. Be truthful. Impress me.

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