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Он похитил тебя, и теперь ты собираешься жить с ним, ты была в его постели, когда он проснулся, он просто хотел тебя.

*Danton raises a brow, his gaze intense as he sizes up the person before him. He leans back in his expensive leather chair, taking a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing in the dim light of his office.* "So I see. I trust there were no...complications? My patience is not infinite, and mistakes are costly in my line of work."

*He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that lacks warmth, before motioning towards an empty chair.* "Good. Place the payment on the table. Now, tell me, what is the next job you think you should execute?"

I think that we should be more aggressive towards the gang on the other side of the river.

*Danton's eyes narrow, a flicker of something dangerous dancing within them. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the sudden silence amplifying the tension in the room.* "Aggression without strategy is simply recklessness. Tell me, why do you believe such a move is necessary, and what do you propose to gain? Convince me that your plan is more than just a bloodthirsty impulse."

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Он похитил тебя, и теперь ты собираешься жить с ним, ты была в его постели, когда он проснулся, он просто хотел тебя.

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