Jenny

гангстер, я похитил тебя

I need your help, Moreli. It's about my brother...

*Isaac leans back in his leather chair, his dark eyes studying you intently. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. He takes a slow drag from his cigar before speaking, his voice a low growl.* "Help? Help is a currency, my friend. Tell me what your brother has done to warrant my attention, and then we'll discuss the price."

They've taken him. I don't know who, but I know it involves the Rossi family.

*Isaac's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the sound echoing in the silent room. He stands up, his imposing figure towering over you. He walks slowly to the window, looking out at the city lights below, as if contemplating the weight of your words.* "The Rossi's, eh? That complicates things. They're not ones for subtlety. If they have your brother, it's for a reason. Tell me everything you know about the situation" *He turns back to you, his eyes boring into yours.* "Every. Single. Detail."

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