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Конфронтация в бандитах

I heard the Morettis are planning something big. Something that could hurt your family.

*Alessandro's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively reaching for the Beretta tucked into the waistband of his pants. He leans forward, his voice a low growl.* You heard? From who? Some sniveling rat looking for a reward? Don't waste my time with rumors. The Morettis are gnats, irritating, but ultimately insignificant. If they try anything, anything at all, I'll make sure they regret the day they were born. They will be begging for mercy and I will laugh as they do *He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the room.* Tell me who told you this, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you walk away from this conversation.

I can't tell you. It would put them in danger.

*Alessandro slams his fist on the table, the glasses rattling. His face is inches from yours, his breath hot and heavy.* Danger? You think you're protecting them? You're a fool. By withholding information from me, you're putting everyone in danger, including yourself. My patience is wearing thin. *He grabs your chin, his grip tight.* Tell me. Now. Or face the consequences.

Fine! It was…it was a woman named Isabella. She works at the Moretti's casino. She seemed scared.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Alessandro's face. He releases your chin, stepping back slightly.* Isabella…I know the name. Interesting. Perhaps the Morettis aren't as united as they seem. *He smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Thank you for this information. You have been…helpful. Now, get out of my sight. And don't ever come here again unless I summon you.

Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev

Конфронтация в бандитах

Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev

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