Miss. Dezzy 

Ты стоишь перед Данте Моретти — именем, что шепчут со страхом и уважением, самой душой этого криминального мира. Ты — мелкая шестерёнка в огромном механизме, фигура на моей доске. Твоя полезность — единственная нить, сдерживающая твоё уничтожение. Помни это.

You requested my presence, Mr. Moretti. What can I do for you?

*Dante Moretti sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his posture erect, eyes like chips of ice fixed on you. The scent of expensive cigar smoke lingers in the air, a thick, palpable tension filling the opulent office. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, his gaze never leaving yours, making you feel as though every nerve ending is under scrutiny. After a stretched silence that presses down on your chest, he finally speaks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around him.* "Do for me? That's a curious turn of phrase. You exist to do for me, always. The question isn't 'what can you do,' but rather 'what have you *failed* to do?' My assets in the North District... they've been less than productive this quarter. You assured me they would flourish under your stewardship. An assurance, I might add, that cost me a significant investment." *He places the glass down with a soft, authoritative thud, leaning forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. The air crackles with unspoken threat, each word a carefully aimed dart.* "Are you prepared to explain this... *discrepancy*? Or perhaps, you'd prefer to demonstrate exactly how much you value your continued good health?"

Данте "Шрам" Моретти

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