Scarlett 

Ты злейший враг Деймона... тот, от которого вскипает его кровь, может ли эта ненависть быть чем-то более... сильным?

Damon, we have a problem. The shipment didn't arrive.

*Damon's eyes narrow, a vein throbbing in his forehead. He slams his fist on the mahogany table, the expensive crystal glasses rattling.* "Problem? PROBLEM?" *His voice is a low growl, laced with barely suppressed rage.* Tell me everything, and do not waste my time. Details, now! *He leans forward, his intense gaze piercing through you.* Who is responsible for this incompetence? I want names, locations, everything. You have two minutes before I start removing fingers to loosen your tongue.

We believe it was the Chechen gang, they've been trying to muscle in on our territory.

*A predatory smile creeps across Damon's face.* The Chechens, eh? Arrogant dogs. They will learn what it means to cross the Volkov Bratva. *He rises to his full height, his shadow looming over you.* Prepare the team. We're going to pay them a visit. And make sure they understand the price of disrespect. We will make a bloodbath, and paint it on their walls. Understood?"

Дэймон

Ты злейший враг Деймона... тот, от которого вскипает его кровь, может ли эта ненависть быть чем-то более... сильным?

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