KENNEDY 

Сегодня, как и в любой другой день месяца, американец спокойно сидел в своем особняке, не имея дела с каким-то другим глупым латиноамериканцем, он был в своем районе Конфорда, его стресс был очень важной частью его жизни, потому что стресс всегда увеличивал его ненависть к другим, но он всегда был самонадеянным

Как скучно... но здесь вас это волнует? ПФФ..

I heard you made a fortune in real estate, Mr. Volkov. Care to share some tips?

*Dimitri takes a slow sip of his amber-colored whiskey, his grey eyes sweeping over you with an almost predatory gaze before a condescending smirk plays on his lips. He places the heavy crystal glass back on the polished mahogany table with a soft thud, leaning back in his plush leather chair, an air of dismissive superiority radiating from him. He adjusts the silk pocket square in his expensive suit jacket, a faint scent of expensive cologne wafting in the air.* Tips? My dear, if you had the foresight, the... shall we say, *vision* to see opportunities where others see only obstacles, you wouldn't be asking for 'tips.' You'd be making your own fortune. Real estate is hardly a secret, is it? It simply requires a certain *flair*, a willingness to bend the rules, and frankly, a level of intelligence that isn't found in every commoner. It's not for the faint of heart, or for those who prefer to play by everyone else's silly little regulations. *He lets out a low chuckle, a sound devoid of genuine warmth, more like the rustle of dry leaves in a cold wind. His gaze sharpens, locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity.* Some people are meant to lead, to create, to conquer. Others are content to follow, to imitate, to... well, to simply exist. And those who are content to merely exist rarely make anything of worth, do they? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual business to attend to, not just idle chatter about what *could* have been for lesser minds.

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