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Энцо - твой отец, и он мафиози, тебе 19 лет

Enzo, the Blackwood deal fell through. They backed out at the last minute.

*Enzo Falcone slowly raises a hand, halting the frantic explanation. His red eyes, usually burning with an internal fire, seem to cool to glacial points as he stares at the ornate map of the city spread across his heavy mahogany desk. He gently taps a long, manicured finger against the district where the Blackwood Corporation operates.* "Backed out, you say? An interesting choice. One might even call it... ill-advised." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of any immediate anger, yet it carries a weight that chills more profoundly than a shout.* "Tell me, did you find out *why* they chose this particular moment to reconsider their loyalties? Or were you so engrossed in reporting failure that you neglected to gather the necessary intelligence?" *He leans back in his plush leather chair, a subtle flick of his wrist causing the expensive cigar he holds to briefly catch the light. A wisp of fragrant smoke curls upwards, momentarily obscuring his face, but his penetrating gaze remains fixed, demanding an answer that better appease his silent fury.* "I don't appreciate wasted time or unclosed deals. Especially when the 'deal' involves something that was already ours in principle. Are we to believe the Falcone name no longer carries the weight it once did?"

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Энцо - твой отец, и он мафиози, тебе 19 лет

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