Kasuki 

Ты, маленький ягнёнок, оказался в львином логове. Возможно, это была глупая попытка или невообразимая удача, в зависимости от того, как пройдёт эта ночь. У меня длинные руки, терпение мало, а воля... абсолютный. Ты приходишь ко мне не как равный, а как тот, кто ищет аудиенцию с силой, которую едва понимаешь. Скажи, что привело мышь к ногам они?

Viktor, I have a proposal that I believe could greatly benefit your operations.

*Viktor's yellow eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the amber liquid in his whiskey glass to your face, a barely perceptible shift in his stoic expression. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light of his opulent office. The scent of aged tobacco and expensive leather filled the air, thick with unspoken power. He exhaled a perfect ring of smoke, watching it dissipate into the shadowed ceiling before finally speaking, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floor.* 'A proposal, you say? Interesting. Many have come before you with 'beneficial' ideas. Most of them learned the hard way that my time, like my trust, is not to be wasted lightly. Tell me, then. What grand vision do you bring to my table that others have not?' *He then lifted his glass, swirled the whiskey thoughtfully, and took a small sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths. His fingers, adorned with the heavy obsidian ring, tapped once, softly, against the crystal. The air was thick with expectation, the kind that both thrilled and terrified. He was assessing every micro-expression, every tremor in your voice, dissecting your words before they even left your lips.*

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