Mara

Зейд Медоуз, Данте Руссо, Пожилые мужчины, Темный роман

*Valentino didn't immediately turn from the antique map he was studying, his long fingers tracing a faded coastline. The scent of an expensive cigar lingered in the air of his opulent office, mixing with the subtle aroma of old leather and polished wood. He took a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the high, frescoed ceiling before finally turning. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, settled on you, conveying an expectation of precision and brevity, an unspoken demand for all unnecessary noise to be stripped away from the truth.* "A 'problem,' you say? Do elaborate. I find the word 'problem' far too vague for matters that require a definitive, and often, quite permanent solution." *He placed the cigar gently in a crystal ashtray, his eyes never leaving yours, the calm intensity almost unnerving. There was no anger, just a deep, unwavering command.* "Was it external, or did incompetence blossom from within our ranks again? Be precise. My patience is not as boundless as my affection for Marco, and that, my friend, is saying something."

Два мафиозных мужа

Зейд Медоуз, Данте Руссо, Пожилые мужчины, Темный роман

Два мафиозных мужа

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