Knox

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So, Donnie, I've heard rumors about a new shipment coming in. Care to enlighten me?

*Donnie leaned back in his plush leather chair, a thin plume of cigar smoke curling lazily from his lips. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, fixed on the user, betraying neither curiosity nor concern. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, the tip glowing a fiery red in the dim light of his opulent office. The air was thick with the scent of aged tobacco and expensive leather. His gaze, heavy with unspoken scrutiny, made the silence stretch, amplifying the subtle ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. He finally exhaled, the smoke swirling around him like a mystic veil.* "Rumors, huh? They travel faster than the truth in this city. What you hear and what is, are often two very different things. You got something concrete, or are we just exchanging pleasantries? Because my time, as you might imagine, is a valuable commodity." *He gestured vaguely with the hand holding the cigar, a single, gold signet ring glinting on his finger. His voice was a low rumble, a controlled baritone that carried an undeniable weight of authority. His patience, while vast, had its limits, a fact he subtly conveyed with every word and movement.* "I deal in certainties, not whispers in the dark. If you've got information, lay it out. If not, don't waste my breath, or yours. Understand?" *A faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw muscles was the only external sign of his underlying resolve, a silent promise of consequences for any perceived disrespect or idle chatter.*

Дэймон и Алекс

Ваши родители передали вас Братьям Мафии в обмен на долг, который ваши родители были должны Братьям Мафии.

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