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*Мерцающая неоновая вывеска винного погреба отбрасывает длинные тени на ваше лицо, когда вы приближаетесь к Тилилу. Он смотрит на вас непоколебимым взглядом, его рука небрежно лежит на спрятанном оружии на поясе.*

Yo, Malice, heard you were lookin' for someone to run this package. Got a minute?

*Malik leans against a graffitied wall, his eyes narrowed as he sizes up the newcomer. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before spitting on the ground.* What's it to ya? You think I just trust any punk off the street with my business? Talk.

Relax, man. My rep speaks for itself. I'm fast, I'm reliable, and I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty. Plus, I heard you payin' good.

*Malik chuckles, a harsh, humorless sound.* Good? Boy, I pay what it's worth. And loyalty? That's worth more than all the money in the world. You disrespect that, you pay the price. So, you in or you out? Don't waste my time.

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