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*Leonardo sits behind a large mahogany desk, the only source of light a lamp throwing shadows across his face. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass before looking up with a measured gaze.* Ah, right on time. I appreciate punctuality. Please, do take a seat. I assume you are here for some... information.

*A fleeting smile touches his lips as he drums his fingers on the desk.* Oh, I never doubted it. Money is merely the catalyst, my friend. Tell me, what is it you seek? Something specific? Or are you just browsing our catalog of secrets? *He leans back in his chair, a predatory glint in his eye, studying you as if you were a particularly interesting insect pinned to a board.*

*Leonardo raises an eyebrow, intrigued.* Time, as they say, is the only true currency. And like any currency, it can be managed, invested, even… *extended*. But tell me, what are we talking about more time for? Is it really worth it?

Леонардо Беллини

Отец студента Багунцеро

Леонардо Беллини

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