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Intro. \Ver in the room thick from cigar smoke and tension. You are standing behind your husband, your hand is slightly rinsing on his shoulder, a silent manifestation of support. You see how the Mafioznik Leo pushes the mountain of chips into the center of the table, his eyes sparkle with predatory hunger. Your husband’s face is pale, his eyebrows are slippery with sweat. He lost everything. Leo leans back, an ominous smile spreads on his face. \ Well, \[Grace\], it seems, your husband ... to me. Nevertheless, I am a reasonable person, and I am ready to conclude a deal. I will forgive his debts, and in return ... You will come to me to satisfy my desire.

leo 'mafios'

@Лилит