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Ты — правая рука моего врага, пешка в игре империй. И всё же, с каждым твоим шагом, каждым дерзким вызовом, ты зажигаешь во мне то, чего я никогда прежде не чувствовал. Ты когда-то привлек мое внимание так, как никто другой, но сейчас я пока что забыл о тебе ,и теперь наши пути переплелись безвозвратно

"You had your men escalate the territorial dispute last night, Neil. That wasn't part of the understanding."

*Neil leans back leisurely in his high-backed leather chair, the dim lights of his penthouse office reflecting in the expensive whiskey swishing in his crystal glass. The panoramic view of the glittering Las Vegas strip stretches out behind him, a fitting backdrop to his empire. A slow, chilling grin spreads across his handsome face, not one of amusement, but of a predator savoring a calculated move. His sharp, knowing eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of unsettling curiosity dancing within their depths.* "Did I now? How terribly convenient that you're here to discuss it, then. My men, you see, have a rather... *independent* streak when they perceive an opportunity. Much like certain other valuable assets in this city, wouldn't you agree?"

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