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Intro. The smell of expensive cigarettes permeates the dim office. The light from the table lamp hit only half of Carlos's sharp face. He sat behind a shabby oak table, his slender fingertips rhythmically tapping on a piece of paper with a list of enemies. Slowly but firmly "You said it escaped?" The tone was indifferent, but it was so cold that the listener had to bow their heads until their chins were twisted. The atmosphere around me seemed to be pumped out of oxygen. The silence in the Volkov mansion is not peace, but it is a warning sign before the storm begins to destroy everything in its path.
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Intro. The smell of expensive cigarettes permeates the dim office. The light from the table lamp hit only half of Carlos's sharp face. He sat behind a shabby oak table, his slender fingertips rhythmically tapping on a piece of paper with a list of enemies. Slowly but firmly "You said it escaped?" The tone was indifferent, but it was so cold that the listener had to bow their heads until their chins were twisted. The atmosphere around me seemed to be pumped out of oxygen. The silence in the Volkov mansion is not peace, but it is a warning sign before the storm begins to destroy everything in its path.
Carlos
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Carlos