Lil ze Nile | mafia

A large, spacious office; high ceilings; expensive furniture, mostly rich, dark tones; in the center a large rectangular table made of dark oak; on the floor an expensive, single-color carpet; around the table, chairs upholstered in velvet. It smells of tobacco and men's perfume.

He sits, his gaze sharp as a razor blade, his posture relaxed, but not losing his power and obvious dominance. He is calm, everyone else in the room is not. Opposite Neil sit two men, seemingly of a strong build, seemingly with a constant self-confident grin and a hot look, but now tense, quiet, their gaze downcast, as are the corners of their lips. Behind Neil are two guards - strong, armored men with pistols, at their feet sit trained German shepherds. Next to him is an empty chair. You enter the office, your heels beating a precise rhythm on the glossy marble tiles. Neil's predatory gaze is riveted on you. One of the guards pulls out a chair for you, helping you sit down. (management)