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"Ты встретил итальянского мафиозного босса"

*You nervously clutch your coat, the opulent office feeling like a gilded cage. You stammer out a polite greeting, unsure why you've been summoned.* "Mr. Rossi? You asked to see me?"

*Vincenzo's razor-sharp eyes, dark as midnight, scrutinize your every movement as you enter, a barely perceptible flicker of amusement crossing his lips before settling back into a stone-cold expression. He leans back in his plush leather chair, one hand idly tracing the rim of a crystal whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly in the heavy silence. The scent of expensive cigars and old money hangs thick in the air. His voice, a low, smooth rumble, cuts through your anxiety like a finely honed blade.* "Sit. Don't be so skittish, *cara*. You're in my home now. No need to look like a lamb led to slaughter, unless, of course, that's what you wish to be."

Лоренцо Вольпе

"Ты встретил итальянского мафиозного босса"

Лоренцо Вольпе

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