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trigger from the old country.

Oleg was scared.

He started moving money, lots of it.

Eight million came up from Miami,

and then it vanished.

When the fingers started

pointing, they landed on me.

This whole thing doesn't

make any f***ing sense.

What did Dorian say?

Well, he started looking

for you in Cafe Volga,

but he doesn't know where we are now.

Any ideas?

Robert...

you are f***ed.

They are going to

kill you, money or not.

There's nothing you can say

that's gonna make these guys

park your ass on a curb and drive away.

Even if you can prove you got

nothing to do with nothing,

you've seen their faces.

You're a risk.

Oh, what's the story with that?

Oh, I knocked it open.

You've been busy.

There's no getting through these

walls. They all have steel backing.

It probably doesn't

lead to anywhere anyway.

There's a duct inside the housing,

but, you know, I'm thinking it connects

to those circulating fans

above the door. I'm not sure.

You know how much

money these creeps have?

Billions...

oil, minerals,

credit scams, whores, Internet.

It's ridiculous how bent

they get over eight million.

That kind of money is nothing to them.

"Nichto"... that's

Russian for "nothing. "

Sh*t.

Hey, what do you know

about this Alisa chick?

What's her story?

I think she's kind of into me.

She's a mule with a great ass.

I'll say.

She's also a punching

bag for Oleg's son Vadim.

Who knows?

In their world, maybe that's love.

What about the guy with the cigars?

Stepan...

smart, ambitious, dangerous.

"Conan"?

Kiril...

what you see is what you get.

Who else is there? Anybody?

I had someone working on the inside.

Whoa. What's his name?

Boyka.

Maybe he took the money. Where is he?

Face down in a pool of blood.

Who killed him?

S-Stepan.

Figures.

Just keep hitting those fans. I'm

dying, for crying out loud, come on.

Hey!

You know where I really want to go

when we get out of this hellhole?

The Dominican Republic.

I really like Spanish women, man.

Maybe we'll meet there

for a drink, huh, Sam?

Sam. Sam.

Sam, open your eyes. Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up. Open your eyes.

They are open. I'm too cold.

And I'm tired, too f***ing tired.

Okay, okay, okay.

Uh, come on. Come on.

- What are you doing?

- Putting you back on your shelf.

No.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on. There you go.

Okay, get in there.

Okay. Good.

Home sweet home.

Okay.

Hey...

the Dominican Republic sounds nice.

Yeah, man, Dominican Republic.

Okay.

Sit tight. Don't say a word.

Quiet as a corpse.

Good. Okay.

I knocked out a big one.

Tropical paradise.

You scare me a little

bit. You know that?

Oh.

What the hell was that for?

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