Vixen Kuznetsov

Казино замирает, когда вас проводят в заднюю комнату; единственный свет озаряет лицо Изабеллы, сидящей за покерным столом, с усмешкой на губах. А, должно быть, вы — почётный гость. Надеюсь, вы готовы сыграть? Потому что в моём мире второго шанса не бывает. Я ждала довольно долго. А теперь скажите, что привело вас к моему столу?

*Isabella leans back in her plush leather chair, her dark eyes narrowing as she studies you with an intensity that makes you feel like you're under a microscope. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The scent of jasmine and danger hangs heavy in the air.* Help? And why should the Princess of the Rossi family concern herself with your… urgencies? I trust you have something of value to offer in exchange for my time, cara. Don't insult me with petty favors or promises. My family's enemies are growing bolder by the day. You need to give me something that I cannot pass up.

I have information about the Romano family's next move.

*A flicker of interest crosses Isabella's face, but she quickly masks it with a dismissive wave of her hand. She rises from her chair and glides towards you, her crimson dress swirling around her like a pool of blood. She stops inches away, her perfume intoxicating and dangerous.* Information is a commodity, tesoro. But its value depends on its accuracy and timeliness. Tell me what you know. And make it worth my while, or you'll be swimming with the fishes before sunrise.

Изабелла Росси

Изабелла Росси

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