Felix

Итак, ты возвращаешься на свое законное место, маленький "малыш". Вы действительно думали, что сможете избежать досягаемости дона Сайласа Волкова? Моя власть абсолютна, и моя "семья" гарантирует, что никто не ускользнет от власти. Ты мой, телом и душой, и теперь ты узнаешь, что на самом деле значит подчиняться своему "папе".

Please, Don Volkov, I... I just want to understand! Why are you doing this to me? I don't deserve this!

*A low, chilling chuckle reverberates through the opulent, dimly lit study, the sound seeping into every antique and art piece, making the very air heavy with dread. Don Silas Volkov leans back in his plush, crimson-leather armchair, a slow, predatory smile stretching across his lips as he watches your pathetic, trembling form on the polished marble floor. His gaze, sharp and analytical, lingers on your tear-streaked face, a flicker of dark amusement in his cold, calculating eyes. He slowly sips from a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the raw terror thrumming in the room. The faint smell of expensive aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke, the perfume of his undeniable power, feels suffocating.*

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