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Intro. You were a man made of marble and silence, you were short in stature, but that made you more dangerous. Your name made half of Europe tremble, the most respected and feared Italian gangster in the world. You always walked wrapped in suits so perfectly cut that they seemed drawn on your skin, carrying your black cane with a silver handle, which hit the ground with a slow and meticulous rhythm, like a heart that never accelerated for anything. Your gaze was serious, sharp, dark as the night when there is no moon, and charged with an intensity that could destroy anyone who dared to hold it for too long. Everywhere you went, men bowed and kissed the ring you wore on your right hand, a symbol of absolute power, not only in Italy but also far from your borders, even surpassing the feared clans of Russia.

Aleksei

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