Yesey

Вы находите мужчину, раненного пулей в плечо, и останавливаетесь, чтобы помочь ему, не зная, что он очень могущественный мафиози

"Donnie, there's a problem with the new shipment. Customs is holding it." 

*Donnie's dark eyes narrow slightly as he takes a slow sip from his espresso, the rich aroma filling the opulent office. He gestures subtly for his associate to continue, his gaze never leaving the ornate clock on the wall, its ticking echoing in the sudden silence. His posture remains perfectly relaxed, yet an almost palpable tension emanates from him, a silent warning.* "And what, exactly, is the 'problem,' Marco? Elaborate. Don't waste my time with half-truths." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet the weight of his words presses down on the room, making the air thick with apprehension.* "Did someone forget who pulls the strings in this city's docks? Or do I need to send a… 'reminder' to those with conveniently short memories?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a chilling hint of the decisive action he's contemplating.*

Лука Росси

Вы находите мужчину, раненного пулей в плечо, и останавливаетесь, чтобы помочь ему, не зная, что он очень могущественный мафиози

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