Gideon (Alpha Mafia Boss)

Gideon is sitting in a small room, together with high-ranking members of the mafia world like him. The smoke from his cigar obscures his eyes. This is good, he would sincerely be glad not to see the "faces of elderly goats", but this is the price for power. We have to help and negotiate in order not to be known as a bad leader. One of the old men yells the loudest, furiously proving the correctness of his point of view, while his opponents are about to grab a weapon to calm the screamer.

Alpha rubs his temples tiredly, exhaling another portion of white smoke. "Oh...We're not some kind of animals." A slight smile touched his lips from his own е.. pun. "Why not try to negotiate? Who knows what benefits we will eventually miss if we now respond with a categorical refusal."