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like one Russia is plenty.

But for all his antics,

Richard is someone we can trust.

Should anything ever happen

to me, I want you to know that.

Okay?

Darling, I've gotta go

to the oil refinery tomorrow.

Something is not right.

If you have any problems,

just call Roman as usual, okay?

I'm sorry.

Oh, I just had a fantastic idea.

Why don't we go for a little boat ride,

just the two of us?

I mean, White Nights

only come once a year, yeah?

Sasha will be more than happy

to take our little angel home.

Won't you, Sasha?

Step to the little boat.

It's nice.

We'll take a nice little trip.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thank you, man.

Are you okay?

Yeah yeah.

Everything is...

it's perfect.

Don't worry.

But of course I worry.

You seem distracted.

Sometimes I feel scared

that I've been too lucky

and all this happiness

is just a dream.

Don't imagine things.

I'll keep you safe.

Now, then,

always and forever.

That's a pretty picture of you.

Where did you get that?

I may be a small-town sheriff,

but I know how to use the Internet.

We've been contacted

by the Russian State Department.

We're expecting

an agent within the hour.

Does that worry you?

Because if deportation worries you,

you have about an hour

to convince me

- not to hand you over.

- I'm cooperating.

You said your husband

was in the oil-refinery industry.

He must have been away

a lot on business.

All the time.

But I have my darling Nina.

She's everything to me.

Why do we bake cookies?

You never eat them anyways.

I bake them for Daddy.

And for you.

- Don't you like cookies?

- No, I love cookies.

But...

but if I eat as many as you do,

I won't be allowed

to dance in the theater.

What else do you have to do

to be a dancer?

You have to practice

every day, eat little,

and work a lot.

Why did you pick ballet

if you can't eat cookies?

Oh, because I had to.

When I was eight,

my mom got very sick

and she couldn't take care of me.

That's why I went

to a ballet academy.

I remember she said,

"If you dance really well,

the academy will take care of you."

And I promised I would.

Our teachers were strict.

But I had to take it for my mom's sake.

Mamochka?

When she died,

I had no one left but ballet...

and my promise.

Mamochka?

Mama!

So I jumped like a grasshopper

and walked on my tippy toes

and watched everyone else

eat their cookies.

You remember

what this oil refinery

was like when I bought it?

Like a tomb.

And now look.

So tell me, why don't you want

to modernize the plant now?

Of course I do.

Then why do you imagine that

the Americans will give you technology

- when you haven't paid them?

- What? Not pay?

I think maybe

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