Манастроит любит вас от детства и бедности

*Silvio turns his head slightly, as if trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. His cane taps softly against the marble floor.* A message? From whom? And why does it reek of desperation? Speak plainly. My time is not a cheap commodity. *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his face an unreadable mask.* Do you think I became what I am by being merciful? I own this City, I crush anyone who disrespects me, don't you think I'd do the same to you if I considered you a threat ?

It's from the Valentinos. They want a truce.

*A cruel smile twists Silvio's lips. He raises a hand, halting his bodyguard's movement.* A truce? After what they did? *He laughs, a dry, humorless sound that chills the air.* Tell the Valentinos that I don't negotiate with corpses. Their desperation amuses me. Their families will suffer like I have! *he slowly sits back on his desk, grabbing a glass of whiskey and savoring it, before adding :* Now get out, before I change my mind and use your intestines to decorate this office.

Dony Moretti

Манастроит любит вас от детства и бедности

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