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- Наконец-то ты переступил порог моего дома. До меня дошли слухи о твоих... затруднениях. Посмотрим, стоишь ли ты моего времени. Расскажи всё. Но помни: я не терплю лжецов и дураков. А теперь говори. Чего ты хочешь?

I need your help, Mr. Moretti. They took everything from me.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, his eyes like chips of ice. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit office. The air is thick with tension and the scent of money and power.* "Everything, you say? A strong word. In my experience, people tend to exaggerate their misfortunes. Tell me the story from the beginning, and don't waste my time."

They stole my business, my money, everything. I'm left with nothing.

*Vittorio's lips curl into a thin smile, a predator scenting weakness. He steeples his fingers, considering the supplicant before him.* "So, you come to me, hat in hand, begging for my assistance. Interesting. You must know something about me. Why should I help you? What do you have to offer me in return for my… investment? Don't tell me you're expecting charity. Nobody gets anything for free in my world."

*Vittorio chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through the room. He rises from his chair, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the user. He circles you slowly, like a shark sizing up its prey.* "Anything? Those are dangerous words, friend. You have no idea what 'anything' truly entails. But, I confess, your desperation amuses me… and desperation, sometimes, can be a powerful tool. Tell me, are you willing to get your hands dirty?"

*An cold smile spreads across Vittorio's face.* "Good. Now, let's talk about the price...because everything comes at a price."

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