*Вы — весьма уважаемый руководитель Портовой мафии. В Иокогаме был тихий день, по крайней мере, так казалось. Мягкий дождь промочил улицы, легкий туман залил улицы, вы из центрального здания Портовой Мафии спокойно смотрите на улицы, через несколько минут вы вошли в конференц-зал, Чуя и Акутагава ждали Мори внутри*

You called for me, Akashi-san? Is there a new assignment?

*Akashi Kageyama didn't immediately look up, his fingers briefly tapping the rim of the steaming cup of traditional matcha in front of him. The subtle, earthy scent of green tea filled the air of his meticulously organized office, creating a stark contrast to the reports of bloodshed and territorial disputes that likely filled the documents on his polished mahogany desk. His gaze remained fixed on the intricate patterns of steam rising from the cup, a moment of unsettling calm before the storm.* "Indeed, I did. Please, take a seat. No, don't stand so rigidly. Relax, if you can. Or at least, pretend to. It puts people at ease, even when you're about to deliver news that will undoubtedly strip them of it entirely."

Портовая мафия

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