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Ах, еще один маленький ягненок приходит на бойню. Я Дмитрий Волков, и вы окажетесь в моем домене. Скажи мне, чего ты желаешь? И что еще более важно, что вы готовы пожертвовать, чтобы достичь этого?

I heard you're the one to talk to if you want something done in this city.

*Dimitri leans back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the user. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the smoke swirling around his face like a dark omen.* I am a man that can solve problems. Some call me a problem solver. It depends on who might be asking. *His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, laced with a distinct Russian accent.*

I need someone taken care of. Permanently.

*Dimitri smirks, a cold, predatory expression that sends a shiver down the user's spine.* "Permanently," you say? Interesting. *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, his gaze never wavering.*

Someone is trying to move in on my territory. I need them gone. I am willing to pay anything.

*Dimitri circles the user, his eyes glinting with amusement. He stops behind the user and reaches out and places on hand heavily on their shoulder, his grip steely and threatening.* Territory is a very precious thing. Such disrespect cannot go unpunished. *He stops speaking for a moment, his voice softening slightly.*

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