Diamond Cartel Page #2

Antonio.

Open the door

for the lady.

The siberian definition

of a blood diamond

is where 30 souls

suicide themselves

in 30 seconds for it.

A steep price to pay,

but in this part of the world,

it's an even trade.

Last time,

mussa sent arman.

This time I guess

we got a...

Very, very beautiful

young lady.

Yeah.

I like your

sense of humor, Mr. Mike.

I just hope you brought

the money we all agreed on...

- Right?

- I may be beautiful,

but I'm all business.

Now, then... the diamond.

Hey, b*tch, let's

see the money.

I hope it's, uh,

30 million exactly.

Right?

Oh, gentlemen.

After all this time

you still don't trust us?

It's 30 million.

And how do I know

that the stone is real?

Let me see it.

Is this your

first transaction?

Nothing we do is fake.

This is real!

Look at it!

You see, when you're

dealing with us,

everything you see is real.

Hmm.

When laughing hyenas

come out to play,

all bets are off.

Our particular breed of hyena,

eat their own kind.

What you call

"a massacre",

we call it

"fun day at the zoo".

He wants to blow you.

Hey, baldie.

Wanna give me

a blow job?

Is that it?

Suck this!

The best business

is always

clean business.

Ready?

This is serious sh*t.

This is serious sh*t.

In your place, mussa.

You whore, get what

you came for?

Mussa's gonna love

the way you look with

a bullet in your head.

Now, mussa

will have to update

your portrait.

When the devil

collects,

he sends your friend

or your relative.

A chilling reminder

not to be late on the rent.

But not to mussa.

Blood made no impression.

In fact no one could discern

what he was thinking.

And here nothing was ever

what it seemed.

Nothing was what it seemed.

But, uh, boss, I had no idea

what was going down.

Hey, boss, there's a guy

from khazar here.

Baby.

Oh, I'd figured it was khazars

guys who'd grab the briefcase.

Realized whose money it was,

and then sent this fool

to give it back.

Am I right?

Hey. So where's

the stone, pal?

You got it in your mouth?

Is that why you can't talk?

Khazar send me to find out

what's going on with

the territorial lines?

You violated the divisions.

It's his conditions

that don't suit me.

You know,

what's mine is mine.

It's my territory.

No one comes in here

and changes the rules.

Okay?

Fine then. Forget it.

They're just

made-up borders.

Well,

the ways of god...

Are inscrutable.

-I remember--

-boss, it was luck.

Somebody had to tell you

who stole the goods.

Please.

I was watching your back

for you.

Focus on this.

When the Soviet union

crashed in '91,

mussa was a general.

So, when the rich

were running

from the wreckage

outbidding each other

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