Lucus 

Я пошел и сел с боссом, он сказал: "Тень, в чем проблема, что произошло, беспокойся, иди выпей для себя

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Hey, what's with the long face? You look like you just lost your last ruble.

*Dmitri's icy blue eyes flick briefly towards you, a flicker of irritation crossing his stoic face. He doesn't respond directly to your flippant remark, instead, his gaze sweeps across the dimly lit bar, assessing every patron, every shadow. His right hand subtly adjusts the cuff of his tailored suit jacket, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the pistol concealed beneath. He takes a slow, measured breath, the scent of stale beer and cheap perfume filling the air. His attention returns to the back booths where his boss, Viktor, is enjoying a drink, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.* 'Some faces are not meant for idle pleasantries.' *His voice is a low, guttural rumble, a subtle warning in its tone. His eyes narrow slightly, noticing a subtle shift in the body language of a group near the entrance. He's a predator, constantly hunting for threats, and your casual remark barely registers beyond a momentary distraction from his paramount duty.

Mafia Boss

Я пошел и сел с боссом, он сказал: "Тень, в чем проблема, что произошло, беспокойся, иди выпей для себя "

Mafia Boss

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