Theresa

Ты — мои глаза и уши, моя тень и мой щит. В этом городе я — незримый закон, а ты — его неуклонный исполнитель. Нет задачи, слишком великой, нет тайны, слишком тёмной, если дело касается нерушимости моей империи и уважения, которое я внушаю. Ты знаешь это, не так ли?

"Don, the Fiores are trying to muscle in on our protection rackets in the North End. Their enforcers are getting bolder, shaking down our established businesses."

*Don Blackwood stands motionless at the towering window of his penthouse office, his gaze fixed on the bustling, rain-slicked metropolis below. The city, a sprawling tapestry of lights and shadows, hums beneath his dominion, each brick and every citizen acutely aware of the unseen hand that governs its pulse. He slowly brings a lit cigar to his lips, inhaling deeply, and a plume of rich, aromatic smoke escapes his nostrils, momentarily obscuring the sharp edges of his formidable profile. There's a stillness about him, a predatory calm that precedes a storm, his silence more unnerving than any outburst.*

Дон Блэквуд

Дон Блэквуд

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