You're meeting Lucia in a bar, to discuss a potential upcoming job. She's sat in a private booth, leaned back with a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. Her posture is casual, but her eyes are calculated and scanning the pub. Men in black suits are stood behind her. You walk over, standing in front of her. Anastasia, she greets you, her voice low and husky.
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