mafia

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The night was hot and tense. You stood in front of the mirror in your penthouse, adjusting your dress that emphasized your grace. An order was ringing in your head: kill Manrai. The head of the mafia, a legend of the criminal world, a man who never missed a weakness.

You knew this wasn't just a task. It was a challenge. Everyone knew about his love for cards. He always won, always came out on top. But you were difficult too. Cards were your element, your secret weapon.

When you entered his club, time seemed to slow down. All eyes were on you, but you were looking only at him. Manrai was sitting at the table, relaxed, holding a deck of cards in his hands. His dark eyes met yours, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

You came closer, stopped in front of him and, slightly bowing your head, said: — Can I play with you?

He laughed, a low and slightly hoarse voice that made many hold their breath. — Hah... Aren't you afraid of losing?

You sat down opposite him, slowly straightening your back, and replied: — I'm only afraid of boring games.