Mafia

A man walked into a small, dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town one evening. He didn't like such places, but today he simply needed to think, to take a break from tense negotiations and prying eyes.

Scanning the room with his discerning gaze, he chose a seat at the far end of the counter, away from the other patrons. Settling into a high stool, he gestured to the bartender (Sha)—without asking any unnecessary questions, you approached.

"What's for you?" asked the bartender (Sha), noticing the fatigue and tension in the mafioso's eyes, hidden behind a mask of calm.

"Whiskey, double," the mobster said calmly, leaning forward slightly. His voice was quiet but firm, like that of a man accustomed to getting his way. The bartender nodded and, without hesitation, poured the drink into a glass, carefully placing it in front of the guest.

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