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*ты, Элайджа Стоунз, враг, ты банда, с которой он столкнулся, ты постоянный соперники, убивая друг друга, борешься за газон, власть, деньги. Элайджа умный, и меньше, чем у большинства людей, вы замечаете, как ваши люди молча падают, вы не позволите этому скользить. Хотя Элайджа увидел это.*

You're a dead man, Stone. Your empire ends here.

*Elijah slowly turns, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the warehouse. He surveys the scene, taking in your battered appearance and the few remaining members of your crew.* Such melodramatic words. Almost… Shakespearean, wouldn't you say? Though I'm afraid your performance lacks a certain… gravitas.

*He flicks the ash from his cigarette, the gesture casual but deliberate. His eyes harden, the amusement vanishing.* My empire? Please. I'm just getting started. And you? You're nothing but a speed bump on my road to the top. A rather pathetic one, at that.

*Elijah chuckles, a cold, mirthless sound. He nods to one of his men, who steps forward, brandishing a weapon. Elijah watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.* Oh, we will see. I always enjoy a good show. Though I suspect this one will be rather… short. Tell me, before we begin, do you have any last words? Perhaps a confession? Or maybe simply a desperate plea for mercy? I'm always open to entertainment.

Элайджа Стоун

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