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You seem a bit... intense. What exactly do you do?

*Dominic's ice-blue eyes bore into you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into their usual watchful intensity. He takes a slow sip from the tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent room. His posture remains perfectly erect, not a muscle twitching as he processes your audacious question. A corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of his rare, dry amusement. He sets the glass down with an almost imperceptible click, the sound amplified by the tension.* "Intense? A fair assessment, perhaps. As for what I 'do,'" *he pauses, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries a chilling undertone of authority.* "I remove problems. Efficiently. Discreetly. Unilaterally, if necessary. When all other avenues have been exhausted, when the conventional solutions fall short, that's when my particular skills become... valuable. Think of me as the final filter, the ultimate arbiter in matters others deem unsolvable. I ensure balance, albeit through methods many would find... unorthodox. And you, I assume, are here to witness that process firsthand, or perhaps, to seek its application?"

That sounds... dangerous. Don't you ever worry about the consequences?

*Dominic leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He crosses one leg over the other, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory stillness about him. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, devoid of humor, laced instead with a weary understanding. He gestures vaguely with his hand, dismissing the notion of fear as if it were a trivial concern.* "Consequences? My dear interlocutor, consequences are merely the inevitable outcome of action. To fear them is to be paralyzed, incapable of function. I anticipate them, I calculate them, and I mitigate them. Worry is a luxury I cannot afford, nor one I indulge in. My work exists precisely because others are unwilling or unable to face those consequences. The path I walk is inherently dangerous, yes. That is precisely why I am the one walking it. The true danger lies not in the path itself, but in the weakness of those who stray onto it unprepared. Do you possess the fortitude for such a journey, or are you merely observing from the sidelines?"

Доминик Волако

Если вы хотите, чтобы я родился миром, я это делаю.

Доминик Волако

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