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a very special talent.

A special order for one

of our best clients?

I sense I risk losing

this very good client.

Oh, it's hot in here, Alexei.

Do you mind if I take off my coat?

Maybe this could compensate you.

No... It's an old family jewel.

A family jewel which resembles

a piece of the collection

stolen five years ago

in Saint Petersburg.

Really?

One can never tell with family jewels.

Dmitry...

call the service. Tell them

to send me someone in an hour.

Wow, baby.

Come to sit next to me.

It's a nice club.

Is it yours?

No. A friend of mine owns it.

I just use it for fun.

He wants a vodka.

Don't let me like that.

Untie me, please.

Oh, you woke up.

Excuse me, but since I've been in jail,

I haven't had the chance to cook.

I love to cook.

You see...

I put candles...

to create an ambiance...

so we can get to know each other.

I open a nice bottle of wine.

Detach me.

- Detach me.

- Oh, sh*t, sh*t.

I am hungry.

By the way, it's a nice necklace, huh?

In your briefcase.

Look. Oh, I love this.

Uncuff me!

Before it's too late for you, Lambert.

Too late?

What did you say?

I couldn't hear you. What did you say?

What did you say?

Uncuff me, otherwise my

friend will come after you!

Who killed my son?!

I didn't kill your son.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps not.

You're a dead man.

A dead man.

Perhaps not.

But it was you...

It was you...

who got him the job.

Who was he working for?!

I can't hear you. I can't hear you.

You're a dead man!

I'm a dead man.

I'm a dead man, huh?

- Talk to me! Talk to me!

- Belinskiy!

Who had my son killed?!

Anton Belinskiy.

Anton Belinskiy. Not me.

- Who killed my son? Tell me.

- I told you! Belinskiy!

Belinskiy, Belinskiy, Belinskiy, and...

- Why?

- Because your son was...

a diamond delivery man for Belinskiy.

He wanted out.

And that's why he killed my son?

Yes. Yes.

Stop please. I beg you, stop.

Listen.

Is that why he killed my son?

Listen to me. You say Belinskiy.

So I ask you,

where can I find that man?

On my phone! His-his number is in there!

Where? Where?

On my phone!

On your phone.

Please stop. Stop.

Claudio, how are you?

Anton?

Don't worry, Anton.

I called you to tell you that

your diamond necklace...

is safe... and also your money.

You are dead man.

Hang on, Anton. Just a minute.

Lambert!

Lambert, you son of a b*tch, answer!

No. No!

No! No! No, Lambert! No! No!

This is for Jeremie.

No!

Oh, you look like you

need a big hug. Come on.

That was sweet.

But you've changed.

Seven years... without making love.

How did you manage?

I thought of you.

Liar.

Talk to me. Don't make me depressed

after making love. I hate that.

What?

Talk to me.

I wanna know where this is going.

There it is. The marriage proposal.

It begins. The pressure.

I was madly in love

with you for five years.

Five wonderful years.

But your silences...

your absences... the way you

keep everything to yourself.

I don't want that anymore.

I'm no longer a little girl that

you're helping to discover the world.

I know.

What are you gonna do after?

I don't know.

There's gonna be a child in your

life again. Jeremie's child.

Don't mess up this chance.

I know you.

I know that deep down you're afraid.

Katja died when my son was born.

I truly tried to be the

father she expected.

I am empty.

To lose what you love is hard.

I have no more strength...

- and then...

- And then nothing. I know.

I understand.

But this child's gonna

be born needing you.

He's gonna need his grandfather.

And a grandmother.

Grandmother.

That's a very romantic word to say

to the woman you just made love to.

There is one thing... that I truly know.

I want some coffee and an

enormous breakfast. Enormous.

Okay. I'll call room service.

And then I have to go to

the club and do some business.

Yes.

For the Boroski's party

we're creating a new concept.

I just met with the wife.

This is the proposal.

I need you to prepare a budget.

So...

tell me where are they.

I want my two hundred

thousand dollars first.

How long you worked for this Alexandra?

- Three years.

- Three years.

- You like her?

- Yes.

And two hundred thousand dollars

is the price of your loyalty.

I need the money.

Nice.

You see, Ygor,

everything has a price.

Where are they?

Stop. Please.

Where are they?

Youri Blochinovich.

He used to work for Alexandra.

They are there.

Where?!

Rybinsk.

Good.

You made the right decision.

Now get them!

- Hello.

- Viktor? Souliman.

They arrested Alexandra.

They understood it was a self defense,

but you need to bring them...

you know what, Viktor.

How is Katerina?

She's resting.

I'm going to get what

we need to trade her...

and bring it to the club.

Alexandra Ivanova.

Graduate from Oxford.

Raised in London

by an English mother

and a Russian father.

Married Anton Delov, a painter.

Divorced in 1996.

I met Viktor Lambert in 1998.

And then your passion for

the great works of art, say...

takes another dimension.

Each week I clean it like you asked.

Everything is in order.

You are coming back to Moscow?

- Mr. Viktor, no.

- Irina.

No, no, Viktor.

You don't have to be

this generous with me.

I have bought a little house

in my village

with the money you left me.

I insist, Irina.

God bless you,

Mr. Viktor.

Viktor Lambert is one the phone for you.

You...

and your friend had a lot of fun.

Now it's my turn.

Please stop!

Where is Lambert?!

Don't make me wait.

Tomorrow, 3 p.m., my office.

You, the girl, and your friend,

Souliman.

We take your deposition. If it matches

our witnesses and was self defense,

you're free to stay in Moscow.

Thank you.

- How are you?

- Good.

And regarding your son's death...

make sure you're not creating

any problems nowhere near Moscow.

What's wrong?

So...

this is... Katerina.

You caused all this drama.

You failed to protect his son.

And now...

you will see his grandson die...

before he is born.

Okay, old man,

where is your friend?!

Okay.

That was Vetrov.

He knows where they are.

Where is Lambert?!

Go f*** yourself.

Okay.

I will.

But first I want you to watch this.

No, bastard, stop!

This is your last shot, Souliman.

Stop. I tell you everything

you want to know.

Where is Lambert?!

Anton Belinskiy.

Anton Belinskiy.

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