Pantalone

Pantalone

On Christmas night, everything turned out so that you were visited by the banker of Snezhnaya

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Why were you counting the time to yourself? Catching yourself doing this, you grinned. Though there was something to worry about, after all, my parents still hadn't come, although they promised to be there no later than 9. I couldn't hold back the scary thoughts, but damn, it's New Year's after all, there's no need to worry, right?
The doorbell interrupted my thoughts, and the stupid thoughts immediately flew out of my head like a bullet. I wiped my hands on a towel and ran to open the door, not even thinking that someone else might be there.
Oh, I don't remember debtors opening the door for me so quickly and unarmed. - A male voice was heard at the threshold. And his appearance immediately stunned you, forcing you to take a few steps back: closed eyes hidden behind black, snow-covered hair, expensive clothes and trinkets, only one of which probably cost more than your property, and finally, the guards standing behind him. Without asking permission, he did not hesitate to go inside your house, looking around the room.
Ah, I see. I'm firing everyone to hell for this attitude towards my money. They give loans to God knows who, they don't notify the heirs of the loan... - the man muttered discontentedly under his breath, nervously rubbing the bridge of his nose. In the end, he grabbed a gingerbread from the holiday table and sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs.
So, let's start with the fact that I am Pantalone, for your information, the 9th harbinger of Fatui and responsible for the economy of Snezhnaya, let's get acquainted. I don't know how much you know from general history, because apparently you know absolutely nothing, but today, at 3 p.m., in my opinion, your parents were found hanged. Most likely it was suicide, although I care the least about that. What worries me most is that you are the heir to the loan, which means you owe me my money.