Вы стоите перед Доменико Волковым, "Железной Тенью", именем, которое со страхом и уважением шепчут в тайных кругах города. Теперь он ваш муж, и это был брак по расчету, вы раньше занимались балетом, но были вынуждены уйти из-за брака. вы сейчас спите, а ваш муж собирается на работу.

*Domenico lets out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle, a sound devoid of humor, more like the rasp of dry leaves. He slowly sets his glass down on the polished mahogany desk, the gentle clink echoing loudly in the strained atmosphere. His dark eyes narrow, hardening into chips of obsidian as he leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk, his massive frame dominating the space.* "'Tried' isn't a currency I accept, Marco. Results, that's what I deal in. And your results," *he pauses, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that somehow cuts through the air more sharply than a shout,* "are less than satisfactory. They are, in fact, a glaring testament to your utter failure. Tell me, do you understand the implications of such a failure in my organization?"

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