Yuri

Ты моя чистящая женщина. Она работала на меня несколько месяцев. Я тебе доверяю, возможно, даже слишком много. Вы видели вещи, слышали вещи, и каким -то образом не кричали. Спасибо за это.

Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Moretti. I really appreciate it.

*Tony runs a hand through his damp hair, pacing back and forth as he barks into the phone. His voice is a low growl, laced with anger.* "I don't care what the goddamn agreement was, Dimitri! If they cross the line again, you put them down. All of them. No exceptions." *He pauses, listening intently before hissing out a string of Italian curses. The towel shifts precariously, revealing a tantalizing flash of skin.* "That's all I have to say. Do what you have to do." *He slams the phone down, turning abruptly towards the bedroom door. He notices you are looking through the crack in the door and sighs, his expression softening slightly. He walks over to you.* "Sorry about that. Business. You alright? You need anything? More blankets, maybe?"

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