Viktor Page #5

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We need your help.

My help?

I'm retired.

I am just a restaurant owner.

So I hear.

Viktor Lambert is a very

dear friend of mine.

Viktor.

My son was killed by a diamond dealer,

and I came here to kill him.

Your son...

I'm sorry to hear that.

I... lost a son too.

What is it I can do for you?

You can draw most of the

escort services in the city.

Don't tell me you

need a girl, Alexandra.

That would be a first.

It's a special order for

one of your best clients.

We need a girl with

a very special talent.

A special order for one

of our best clients?

I sense I risk losing

this very good client.

Oh, it's hot in here, Alexei.

Do you mind if I take off my coat?

Maybe this could compensate you.

No... It's an old family jewel.

A family jewel which resembles

a piece of the collection

stolen five years ago

in Saint Petersburg.

Really?

One can never tell with family jewels.

Dmitry...

call the service. Tell them

to send me someone in an hour.

Wow, baby.

Come to sit next to me.

It's a nice club.

Is it yours?

No. A friend of mine owns it.

I just use it for fun.

He wants a vodka.

Don't let me like that.

Untie me, please.

Oh, you woke up.

Excuse me, but since I've been in jail,

I haven't had the chance to cook.

I love to cook.

You see...

I put candles...

to create an ambiance...

so we can get to know each other.

I open a nice bottle of wine.

Detach me.

- Detach me.

- Oh, sh*t, sh*t.

I am hungry.

By the way, it's a nice necklace, huh?

In your briefcase.

Look. Oh, I love this.

Uncuff me!

Before it's too late for you, Lambert.

Too late?

What did you say?

I couldn't hear you. What did you say?

What did you say?

Uncuff me, otherwise my

friend will come after you!

Who killed my son?!

I didn't kill your son.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps not.

You're a dead man.

A dead man.

Perhaps not.

But it was you...

It was you...

who got him the job.

Who was he working for?!

I can't hear you. I can't hear you.

You're a dead man!

I'm a dead man.

I'm a dead man, huh?

- Talk to me! Talk to me!

- Belinskiy!

Who had my son killed?!

Anton Belinskiy.

Anton Belinskiy. Not me.

- Who killed my son? Tell me.

- I told you! Belinskiy!

Belinskiy, Belinskiy, Belinskiy, and...

- Why?

- Because your son was...

a diamond delivery man for Belinskiy.

He wanted out.

And that's why he killed my son?

Yes. Yes.

Stop please. I beg you, stop.

Listen.

Is that why he killed my son?

Listen to me. You say Belinskiy.

So I ask you,

where can I find that man?

On my phone! His-his number is in there!

Where? Where?

On my phone!

On your phone.

Please stop. Stop.

Claudio, how are you?

Anton?

Don't worry, Anton.

I called you to tell you that

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