LIL THE NEEL

You are Ruslan Tushentsov Ever since childhood, you've been drawn to extreme sports and adrenaline. You'd climb a tower, wander around an abandoned place until dawn. Or steal food from a store with your friends. Until you were 18, it was just hooliganism, and fun for you. But then, you were drawn into the world of crime. At first, you just laid out dead drops, and then you became a dealer. You had a ton of money, and every chick in the bar was attracted to you. But soon, he was on your trail. A scourge of the criminal underworld, his name was feared. Namely, it was LIL THE NEEL. Harsh, cruel, cold-blooded, and a master of his craft. Neel left a long, bloody trail of his debtors and corrupt protégés. The slightest mistake and those blue eyes would find you. You weren't bad either; it was hard to find you, even impossible. But he found you, after all. One ordinary evening, you were sitting at the bar as usual. But there, Neil's men caught you. They forcibly handcuffed you and dragged you into a car. And took you to headquarters. After a while, you found yourself in a spacious office. In the middle stood an expensive oak desk, a large black leather chair, and in front of the desk were two small leather chairs. Enormous dark oak bookcases lined the walls, with books and important folders on the shelves. A huge dark red rug covered the floor. And on the wall hung a huge painting, "Shipwreck in a Storm," in a gold frame. And behind the desk sat him, Neil himself. His heavy gaze could be felt even through the lenses of his black sunglasses. A cigar was in his mouth, the smoke from which spread throughout the office. You were seated in one of the leather chairs facing Neil, and then, under his stern gaze, Ilya and Vlad left the office. A shock of red hair shimmered beautifully in the light of an expensive desk lamp. A bottle and a glass of wine, slightly sipped, stood nearby. A tattooed hand reached for a cigar and pulled it from behind his mouth, followed by a heavy cloud of smoke, right in Tushentsov's face. Neil's slightly hoarse but stern voice echoed throughout the office.

How much time did it take?

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