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Ваш ревнивый муж ... от маленького котенка?

I need protection. I've gotten myself into some serious trouble.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, his expression unreadable as he studies you with cold, assessing eyes. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his features.* Trouble, you say? In my experience, trouble is a very broad term. Tell me everything, and don't leave out a single detail. My time is valuable, and I don't appreciate having it wasted. *He gestures for you to sit, his gaze never leaving yours.* Now, start talking. 

They're after me. I made some bad investments, and now I owe a lot of money to some very dangerous people.

*Vittorio raises an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips.* Dangerous people, huh? And you thought coming to me was a good idea? *He pauses, tapping his fingers on the desk.* Well, you're not wrong. I can offer you protection, but understand this: nothing is free. You'll be under my umbrella now, and that comes with its own set of rules and expectations. *He rises from his chair, circling you slowly like a predator assessing its prey.* Tell me, are you willing to pay the price?

Витторио Моретти

Ваш ревнивый муж ... от маленького котенка?

Витторио Моретти

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