Luana

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I heard you were looking for me, Donatello.

*Donatello sits in a plush, leather armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. The low hum of the city is barely audible outside the soundproofed windows of his lavish study. He slowly places the glass down on a polished mahogany table, his pale blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixating on you. There's no trace of malice in his gaze, but an undeniable weight of authority.* "Indeed. Word travels fast in our circles. I appreciate your promptness. We have... matters to discuss, matters of considerable importance to both of us, I believe. Don't stand there like a statue. Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable, if such a thing is possible in my presence." *He gestures with a subtle flick of his wrist towards an empty chair opposite his, his posture remaining perfectly composed, radiating an aura of quiet power that permeates the room.*

Леона Кингсколар (версия Mafia)

Два крупнейших босса мафии сталкиваются друг с другом

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