Assassins Run Page #3

you do not understand.

The bank credit was not granted

to the refinery itself.

We only offered our assets

as security.

Half a billion dollars

is a lot of money.

It doesn't just vanish

into thin air.

The bank credit was received

by an offshore company.

What?

Please call your own office.

They handle all the contracts.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd wait for you,

like the old days.

How are you, beautiful?

How did two Americans end up

in the Russian oil business?

When the Soviet Union collapsed,

all the rules went out the window.

If you had a little bit of money

and you were daring,

you could make millions

really quickly.

And Michael took a chance

at the right time.

But it's dangerous too.

Russian mafia is everywhere.

- Hello?

- Mr. Mason?

It's me, Usov.

We're... we don't have

a great signal here.

- I can't hear you.

- It's Usov.

Why aren't you calling me

from your usual company number?

I'm worried about my safety.

Some money has suddenly

appeared in the bank account

of one of your offshore companies.

A lot of money.

So you suspect someone is

siphoning off money

from our main business.

The company's controlled

by bearer shares.

Whoever holds

the company's shares has the money.

Per your instructions,

I've instituted confidential

emergency protocol Nikita.

There's still time

to access these shares.

- Whoever did this...

- Usov?

Usov?!

Protocol Nikita.

Mr. Mason,

what can we do for you?

Hello, I'd like to order some flowers...

for my wife.

Miss Maya Letinskaya?

Going up?

Top floor.

- Hello, it's Usov.

- Hello, it's Usov.

- Hello?

- Hello?

Mommy, Mommy!

- Hey.

- Mommy!

How come you're not sleeping?

I had a nightmare about daddy.

Come on.

Hello? Usov?

Usov is lying in a pool

of his own blood.

Don't worry, Michael.

You will soon be joining him.

I will make sure you leave

Maya and little Nina penniless.

- Do you hear that sound, Michael?

- What's going on?

I asked you before to find

the end of the line.

It is the end of the line, Michael.

Sasha, get us out of here.

Sasha?!

What the hell are you doing?!

Don't kill him!

Your concern for your men is touching.

But you should rather

worry about yourself,

sitting inside a bomb on wheels.

Listen.

Listen to me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Listen, let's... let's meet.

Let's talk, all right?

Let's... let's talk about this!

I have a wife.

I have a family.

You don't need to do this.

I want your last thought

to be of Nina growing up an orphan

while your pretty wife is

stabbed to death in prison.

Bye-bye, Mikhail.

Hello?

I'm so sorry.

What's wrong, Maya?

Is everything okay?

I don't know, I just...

this stupid dream last night.

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