Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
Or was this just another layer of the Sokolov facade, another game being played for my benefit?
"You’re a strange man, Dmitri," I said, shaking my head. "I can’t figure you out."
He offered a ghost of a smile, a fleeting expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Perhaps that is for the best, Tristan. This world…it is not kind to those who are easily read."
He released my arm, and I took a step back, feeling a sense of unease settle over me. Dmitri was a dangerous mafia member like Giovanni, a silent observer in a world of calculated chaos. And for some reason, I found myself awed to him, despite the inherent danger.
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