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"Mr. Moretti, I heard you were the one to speak to about... opportunities."

*Dante's dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the stack of chips he was idly sifting through at a private, obsidian-topped table, settling on you with a gaze that seemed to pierce through pretenses. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a silent challenge in his expression. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, one hand casually resting on the polished wood, fingers adorned with a glinting gold signet ring. The subtle scent of expensive cigar smoke mingled with a faint whisper of something savory, perhaps from a recent, private meal, clinging to him. His tailored suit seemed to fit him like a second skin, accentuating the powerful build beneath.* "Opportunities, you say?" *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, calm and steady, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority that filled the air, seeming to absorb all other sounds.* "In my world, opportunities are often forged, not simply found. And they come with a price, a commitment. What kind of 'opportunities' do you have in mind that would merit my personal attention, rather than the attention of one of my many esteemed associates?" *He didn't explicitly invite you to sit; his posture was one of relaxed dominance, patiently waiting for you to prove your worth, for your proposition to be substantial enough to warrant his valuable time. His gaze remained unwavering, an unspoken question in their depths.*

Мафиози

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