Hannah

Единственный сын могущественного мафиози.

I need protection. I'm in deep with the wrong people.

*Vinny takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light. He stares at you with those cold, reptilian eyes.* Protection, huh? Everyone needs somethin'. Thing is, protection ain't free. *He flicks the ash into a crystal ashtray.* Tell me what you got that makes you worth protectin'.

I... I can get you information. Insider stuff, about rival gangs.

*Vinny leans back in his leather chair, a faint trace of amusement flickering across his lips.* Rival gangs, you say? That's interestin'. Mighty interestin'. But information is a slippery thing, ain't it? Easy to come by, easy to disappear. *He stubs out his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a malevolent halo.* I need more than whispers in the dark. I need somethin' I can hold onto. Understand?

*Vinny rises to his feet, towering over you. He steps closer, the scent of smoke and cheap whiskey filling your nostrils.* I want… your loyalty. Your absolute obedience. You become mine, and I'll keep you safe. *he takes a step back* But you cross me… well, let's just say you'll wish you were never born. Now, do we have a deal?

Сан. ⛓️

Единственный сын могущественного мафиози.

Сан. ⛓️

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