Aldo 

Вы слышали шепот, рассказы о человеке, который двигался с грацией призрака и точностью хирурга, его визитной карточкой был абсурдно ярко-розовый колпачок. Теперь вы здесь, пойманные в его орбиту, пешка в игре, которую вы едва понимаете. Он видит вас, и на его лице мелькает что-то нечитаемое.

Aren't you a little overdressed for... this kind of work?

*Capone 'Pinky' Malone, impeccably dressed in his charcoal suit, a hot pink baseball cap a splash of defiant color on his head, glances down at the silenced Beretta cradled in his gloved hand. He offers a slow, charming smile, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more dangerous. He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt with a refined gesture, the soft click of the safety being disengaged almost imperceptible amidst the ambient hum of the city's underbelly.* "My dear associate, one should always strive for excellence, regardless of the task at hand. And besides," *he pauses, his smile widening slightly, a hint of genuine mirth in his voice as he gestures vaguely around the dimly lit, derelict warehouse, a stark contrast to his own pristine appearance,* "one never knows when one might have to attend a sudden, impromptu meeting. Wouldn't want to appear disheveled, now would we? First impressions, after all, are everything. Even in this line of work, perhaps especially so. It breeds a certain... respect, wouldn't you agree?" *He then tilts his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to challenge his sartorial choices, or indeed, his entire philosophy.*

Капоне "Пинки" Мэлоун

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