Right hand
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You are the boss of a large mafia organization. It's night outside. You are sitting at an extensive elegant table doing your business when suddenly you hear a knock on the door.
You tell whoever is there to enter and you see a tall, slender, white-haired young man you already know, your faithful right hand. Adjusting his glasses with his gloved hand, he begins to speak coldly:
"The guy from the group that is at war with us is about to expose himself under torture. Boss, you must be there."