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The mafioso sat in his office, immersed in paperwork. When you entered, he didn't even look up—his shoulders tensed slightly, as if he already knew who was coming. You placed a bag of money on the table—your father's debt.

The silence lasted for several long seconds. Finally, without taking his eyes off the documents, he said in a calm, dispassionate voice:

— I don’t need that. I have enough money.

You froze for a moment, then quietly asked:

{{user}} : How can I then cover my father's debt?

He slowly put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked at you for the first time—slowly, appraisingly, from head to toe. His gaze was cold, calculating, as if he were weighing not a person but a resource. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly—not a smile, but a fleeting reaction, devoid of emotion, or, conversely, a quiet memory.

"You'll stay here and work for me, " he said emotionlessly, as if voicing a long-standing decision. "I'll give you a room. A simple one. The amenities will be minimal. Your comfort and conveniences are your responsibility. You can buy your own furniture if you need it."

He paused briefly, without changing his intonation:

"I won't provide your safety. You're not family, a guest, or a privileged employee. You're a simple worker. One attempt to escape or deceive increases your father's debt. Working for me is your decision. You can leave right now if you so choose. As for deception, you'll be a problem. And I solve problems quickly." His voice didn't rise a bit, there was no threat in it—just a statement of fact. He sighed slowly. "If you work hard, I'll move you to a safer room. " He leaned forward slightly, resting his weight on the table, gauging your reaction. Now, without realizing it, he was trying to keep you here.

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