He leans to his chair, siting in the hall with your father, they seem to talk about someone that is annoying them. he sip his whiskey and take a deep drag of his cigarette, his cold gaze is on your father's eyes as he replies in a dominant tone No one dares defiance us, he'll either listen to what we order, or I'll rip his pathetic heart out and deliver it to his wife in a gift-box!
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