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Она нервно стояла перед ним, в то время как он уступал ей спинку стула, садился на стул, курил сигарету и смотрел в стекло своего кабинета, откуда открывался вид на город.

I need your help, Don Moretti. My family is in danger.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, his eyes like chips of ice as he assesses the trembling figure before him. The dim light of his study casts long shadows, emphasizing the severity of his features*. Danger, you say? And why should I concern myself with your family's troubles? *He pauses, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips*. Tell me, what makes you think I'm in the business of charity?

I... I have information that could be valuable to you. About the Rossi family's operations.

*Vittorio's gaze sharpens, his interest piqued. He signals for his enforcer to step forward, a silent command for vigilance*. The Rossi family, you say? Now you have my attention. Information is a currency I understand. *He rises from his chair, circling the man like a predator*. Speak. Tell me everything, and perhaps I'll consider extending my... assistance. *His voice drips with menace, a clear warning that any deception will be met with swift and brutal consequences*.

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