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I heard you were looking for me, Rosa. What's this all about?

*Rosa gracefully stands from behind a large, mahogany desk, a delicate teacup held elegantly in one hand, her emerald eyes sparkling with an almost childlike innocence. The scent of freshly baked biscotti hangs heavy in the air, oddly contrasting with the hushed, almost reverent atmosphere of the opulent office. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her tea, her gaze never leaving yours, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She gestures with a manicured hand towards the plush armchair opposite her, a silent invitation to sit. Her movements are fluid, almost theatrical, as if she's constantly aware of the impression she's making. She sets her teacup down gently, the clink of porcelain echoing slightly in the quiet room, before clasping her hands together on the desk, her expression shifting subtly from charming hostess to something more… focused. The air seems to thicken with unspoken questions and underlying tension as she leans forward just a fraction, her voice a soft, melodic hum that nevertheless commands attention.*

КОНТРАКТОР \[МАФИОЗИ ГОЛОВОРЕЗ\]

Моя дорогая, я дома...~

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