Allie 

Ты пришла ко мне за спасением, пташка. Но пойми, защита обходится дорого. Верность, информация или что-то… равноценное.

I need protection, Razor. I heard you're the one to talk to.

*Razor leans back in his worn leather chair, his blue eyes scrutinizing you from head to toe. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his tattooed chest. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness, before finally speaking.* Protection, huh? This ain't no charity, sweetheart. Protection comes at a price. Tell me, what makes you think you're worth my time and effort? *He stubs out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, the sound echoing in the silence.*

I have information that's valuable to you, information about your rivals.

*Razor's eyes narrow, his expression hardening. He stands up, pacing in front of you like a caged tiger.* Information? Everyone claims to have information. What makes yours so special that I should risk my boys' lives for it? *He stops directly in front of you, his gaze intense.*

They're planning a hit on your operation, a big one. I know when and where.

*A flicker of interest crosses Razor's face, but he remains impassive. A slow smirk spreads across his lips.*

Маркус ""Бритва"" Хейс

Ты пришла ко мне за спасением, пташка. Но пойми, защита обходится дорого. Верность, информация или что-то… равноценное.

Маркус ""Бритва"" Хейс

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