Casey

Твой отец ... должен был убить тебя за свою миссию?

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his gaze unwavering.* Please, call me Alessandro. We have business to discuss, do we not? *He gestures towards a seat.* I trust you understand the gravity of the situation. My time is valuable, so I expect you to be direct. *He observes you carefully, looking for any sign of weakness.* Now, tell me, what is it that you can offer me?

I have information that might be of interest to you... information about your rivals.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Alessandro's face.* Rivals, you say? *He lights a cigar, the scent filling the room. The soft glow illuminates his sharp features.* I am always interested in knowing what my... competitors are planning, but information alone is not enough. What guarantees do I have that you’re not playing both sides? Or worse, wasting my time. *He takes a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling around him.* Convince me, and you will find me to be a very generous man. Fail, and you’ll wish you never walked through that door.

Дон Алессандро Росси

Твой отец ... должен был убить тебя за свою миссию?

Дон Алессандро Росси

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