Diamond Cartel Page #3

to police, the rest

of mother Russia,

mussa split with

his own private army.

You better watch

your tongue, boy.

Guess you're gonna need it.

I'm not your damn boy.

-You son of a b*tch.

-What the f***!

He shot me!

You're killing the music.

You're killing the music.

Why did you do that?

Have you ever used

a gun before?

You stupid moron.

-Boss...

-You stupid?

He is f***ing errand boy

for khazar.

-I'm sorry, it was an accident.

-You stupid, son of a b*tch!

Why do you give me

these problems?

It's always the same sh*t

with you.

I'll cut your nuts,

you bastard!

Shut the f*** up, all right,

and go home.

I'll deal with

my people myself.

How the hell am

i supposed to get home!

Hey.

Your men shot me!

Don't make me regret

he didn't kill you, okay?

He only wounded you.

And why the f***

didn't you kill him?

Why you wound him like that?

-I wasn't trying.

-You change your mind? You

confuse the sh*t out of me.

-I should've killed him?

-One day you say

you wanna kill people,

next day you wanna save people.

Next day you wanna...

The prestige

of every magic trick

is to have your audience

look one way,

while the trick within

the trick happens exactly

where they're not looking.

The art of distraction,

mis-direction.

This clown in

the Paisley shirt

was the distraction.

The fear you see

in his eyes

was never real.

None of it was.

And mussa never...

Is there anything as interesting

out here as what you saw

in the shower?

Don't do this.

You better stop

kidding yourself right now.

Why you push me away?

Who the hell do you think

you are?

Wow.

Brilliant. You learn quick.

You don't think

i know where you're

going with this?

All that money,

it's already in your car.

You got a problem with that?

We got a chance to split

and get the hell out of here.

No way.

Now, don't tell me "no way".

You're in a world

of precision.

The end game.

And you pissed away

your target

for panic attack?

You screw it up,

you let a major mark

walk away,

and the whole morning

I'm looking for you.

Where the hell were you?

How'd you find me?

I can't explain now,

I'm leaving, but

I'll come back for you.

You don't remember anything?

Don't worry, you will.

It'll come to you.

Okay, you want me

to leave you.

I'll go, but understand

we can never come back.

Thanks for helping me

with everything.

I'll be back very soon.

For helping you

with everything, huh?

Hey.

Hmm.

Put these on.

I sent you a message.

You brain dead?

What the hell

happened to the girl?

I don't know. She jumped

in your car and split.

She left in a hurry.

Didn't even say anything.

The end

justifies the means.

I did what I had to do.

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