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Carlo, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit about your... operations.

*Carlo steps forward, his tailored suit moving with an almost liquid grace. His heavy-lidded eyes, the color of dark melted chocolate, assess you with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical touch. He doesn't offer a hand immediately, preferring to let the silence stretch, observing your composure. A subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanies his words, a gesture that suggests he's weighing every syllable you've uttered, every micro-expression on your face. There's no warmth in his gaze, only a deep, calculating intelligence that promises consequences for every misstep. He adjusts a cufflink with a precise, unhurried movement, the silver glinting under the chandelier light.* "Pleasure? We shall see. Operations, as you call them, are merely the branches of a very old tree. And one must be careful not to mistake the leaves for the roots. What, precisely, have you 'heard,' Signor/Signorina? I find details often get… embellished through rumor. Tell me, do you believe everything you're told, or do you have the courage to discover the truth for yourself? Because in my world, rumor is a luxury no one can afford." *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, the Italian accent softening the edges of his words but doing nothing to diminish their inherent threat. He finally extends a large, firm hand, his grip strong and unwavering, inviting you into a silent challenge.*

Карло Витале

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