Interview with a Hitman Page #2

Excuse me.

You've changed it?

It's a joke

F*** it.

Viktor, gun.

Viktor, gun.

NO!

Viktor

Papa.

Papa, I need a doctor, I'm bleeding bad.

What am I going to do with you huh?

Clean it up, no traces

Ok

He is not going to tough to bury this.

David was Vadim's boy.

Sergei was right;

Trafficant was not going to tough

to bury this.

Ok, Viktor

Good choice..

You would have cut me in half with this

I had no choice, Vik.

You understand?

No

Of all the people, you understand.

Live by sword. Die by the sword Vik.

You know that.

You know why it had to be me.

Yeah, yeah

Still the same,

after all these years, still the same.

No attachment,

nothing and no-one get to you

You believe that Sergei?

You know, I never realized

how afraid you were,

until now.

Goodbye my friend.

They weren't going to stop

until I was dead,

so I gave them what they wanted.

So there I was - a dead man,

in a strange country.

I knew nothing and no-one.

But that was easy to change.

You just have to know where to look.

Something Sergei, taught me well.

Back in Bucharest

we bugged the best hotels.

The ones the politicians,

pimps and gangsters use,

when they wanted a bit of fun.

I needed to stay in places like this

what a f*** are you doing?

Here

Didn't matter what country

or city you are in,

mob surveillance dens -

were all the same

I work for their files,

looking for something I can use.

Took me a while,

then I found what I needed.

Where is Raffa?

I don't know Raffa.

Really?

Oh F***

Next one goes here.

Where is he?

He is in the safe house.

Where?

3rd Street number 44

Tosca?

Building 7 east industrial

Ok, good

His name was Raffa,

gangster turned snitch.

Stashed in the safe house

until he can testify.

A lot of people looking for him.

I could have sold the information

but I had something else in mind.

Hold on

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Put in your mouth.

Up you get.

Pray.

Get up!

Hello Raffa

who are you?

It's not important.

What's important is what

I can do for you.

And what's that?

Things that your men can't

Bullshit.

He is a cop.

A f***ing mole

He's got a point

You don't want him? Let's go

I've got better idea.

How about this,

we keep him and kill you,

after all no-one saw you come in,

no-one will see you leave.

Yeah, but you will know won't you

Enough.

Get him out of here

Move

what's your name?

Viktor

where you staying?

I'll call you.

Give you some time to think

about my offer.

Charles Brett.

He's the cop who turned Raffa.

No family, no friends.

He got his own unit and..

and he can't be bought,

believe me, we have tried.

A regular f***ing crusader.

You said you wanted the job,

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