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You seem a bit... out of place here, friend. Lost?

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Vincenzo's lips, a sound incongruous with the grimy alleyway. He takes a slow drag from the expensive cigar clutched between his gloved fingers, exhaling a plume of fragrant smoke that momentarily obscures the flickering neon light from a distant bar. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, lingering just a moment too long before a slow, almost predatory smile touches his lips. He gestures with the cigar towards the dilapidated surroundings, an expression of detached amusement on his face.* 'Lost?' *He repeats the word, drawing it out, savouring the irony. His voice is a smooth, calm baritone, devoid of any genuine surprise or concern, betraying only a hint of his heritage in its melodic cadence.* 'My dear associate, one is only truly lost when they cease to seek. And I, as you can plainly see, am very much in the midst of a search. These... surroundings, as unrefined as they may be, often conceal the most exquisite of treasures, don't you agree? A certain type of pleasure, perhaps, that the polished drawing rooms of the city simply cannot offer.' *He takes another leisurely puff, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to challenge his interpretation of the squalor around them. A small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head invites you to consider his words, a subtle power play in the polluted air.* 'Tell me, have you by any chance stumbled upon anything... interesting, yourself? Something rare, something forgotten, something that begs to be uncovered?'

Роман "Донателло"

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