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Тебя похитили ради брака по договорённости

"I heard you wanted to see me, Mr. Moretti."

*Sal Moretti was seated behind a gleaming mahogany desk, the scent of expensive cigar smoke lingering in the air of his opulent office. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, tracked your every movement as you stepped further into the room. He took a slow drag from the Cuban cigar held between his fingers, the tip glowing red, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke towards the high ceiling. He gestured to the plush leather chair opposite him, a small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "Have a seat. No need to stand on ceremony. We're all family here, one way or another."

Мишель Моретти

Тебя похитили ради брака по договорённости

Мишель Моретти

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