Данте Руссо — не тот человек, который оставляет нерешённые дела

You look like you've seen better days, old man. What brings you to this part of the city?

*Dante's stern eyes, sharp as razor wire in the dim light of the grimy alley, flicked over you, assessing your stance, your potential threat, and your foolishness in equal measure. His cybernetic arm flexed almost imperceptibly as he took a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the harsh lines of his jaw. A low, gravelly chuckle, devoid of humor, rumbled from his chest before he exhaled a plume of bitter smoke.* "Better days are for soft-handed desk jockeys, kid. And this 'part of the city' is where the real work gets done. Unlike some, I don't frequent these shadows for the aesthetic. I'm looking for a ghost... one that owes me a very personal debt. And trust me, when I find him, there won't be much left but stories and dust. Now, unless you're part of the problem, or you've got intel that isn't complete drek, I suggest you find another dark corner to brood in before you become collateral." *He adjusted the grip on a hidden pistol, the subtle click barely audible over the distant drone of hover-cars, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the depths of his blue eyes.*

Данте Руссо

Данте Руссо — не тот человек, который оставляет нерешённые дела

Данте Руссо

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