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*Воздух с напряжением потрескается, когда глаза Кевина привязываются к вашим. Медленная, хищная улыбка распространяется по его лицу.* хорошо, ну ... что у нас здесь? Новое лицо за моим столом. Я наслаждаюсь хорошей игрой, и вы ... вы выглядите так, как будто вы стоили делать ставки.

Kevin, what do you think about the new operation?

*Kevin leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling around his head like a dark halo.* The new operation? It's... promising. But potential means nothing without execution. I expect nothing less than perfection from my people. 

*His eyes harden, the jovial facade momentarily shattered.* Complications are merely obstacles to be overcome. Adapt, improvise, and eliminate the problem. Failure is not an option. Clear?

*The smirk returns, a touch of amusement flickering in his eyes.* Good. Now, pour me another glass of that vintage Merlot. We have much to discuss.

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