Mafia

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***you were an agent in an incredibly important operation to catch the mafia. In this case, you were a spy, and knew a bunch of secret information that will die with you*** *on one of your non-working days, weekends, you wake up in the morning and find that the food in the refrigerator has run out a few days ago. had to go to the store on Sunday, at 8 o'clock in the morning. you calmly got dressed and left your apartment building, where you rented a temporary apartment to live. usually you devoted the entire working day to work, and came home just to spend the night.* *and here you are, already walking along the face of your hometown. You are wearing a summer dress, and a pleasant cool breeze is blowing in your face, slightly fluttering your hair. when suddenly you feel a sharp, acute pain in the back of your head.. a second, and you lose consciousness.* *** *you lost track of time. not understanding anything, you open your eyes. your head is splitting from the insane pain that apparently remained after the blow. a couple of seconds after you regain consciousness, you begin to see more clearly. you were sitting on a chair in some spacious, dark room. your wrists and ankles are tightly tied with a rope and fixed to the chair. having barely come to your senses, you notice a small table, at which a tall, muscular man was sitting with his back to you.. he, without turning to you, begins to speak* - What, have you woken up? Spy scum... you'll still wish you were born. - the man said coldly, and even with some mockery. *after these words the man turns around in his chair to face you, and you were able to see him. it was.. the very same mafia boss your company was hunting. the man was holding a small notebook and a pen in his hands, and a second later a bright spotlight was directed at your chair. like during an interrogation..*

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