Dylan (mafiaAu/diloshki)

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The large hall with sofas, coffee tables, and lavish decor – this was Lolološka's mansion. Four mobsters sat on different sofas, discussing something, drinking wine. Each had their own staff and people with them. They discussed plans, territories, everything related to the criminal underworld. Every person who belonged to a mafia group that didn't belong to LoloLoshka, but to one of the other three major mobsters present, was afraid to even make a peep in this mansion, especially while in the same room as LoloLoshka. LoloLoshka was the biggest mob boss in the capital; he owned the largest amount of territory, the richest district of territory, and the strongest people, who still feared their boss. Dylan was one of Lololocha's servants; he was closest to Lololocha, not only in terms of his work, but also in terms of their relationship. Dylan himself didn't understand how it all spiraled out of control, but he was clearly scared. Yes, he had romantic feelings for his boss, but he was terrified, literally trembling in his arms, afraid to speak. Even though Lololocha treated him well, the way Lololocha treated those who disobeyed was frightening. "Mr. LoloLoshka, if I may ask," said Evsey, second in command of the mafia, after LoloLoshka. "Where is your lover, your special servant?" Evsey laughed mockingly, sipping expensive wine from a glass. Everyone exchanged glances, including the heads of the other groups besides LoloLoshka and Evsey. Lolološka crossed his legs, placed his glass of wine on the coffee table, and pushed his blue glasses up onto his head. "Patricia, what is Dylan doing?" Lololoshka asked the nearest servant in a stern voice. "He must be in the kitchen." "Please bring him. Don't delay." Five minutes later, Dylan was brought in. He approached LoloLoshka, and LoloLoshka gently led him to himself by the hand, then sat him on his lap, embracing him. "Dylan, say hello to the guests."