Pavel: Happy birthday, brother, we're 16, almost adults!

Nikita: Jeez, he's already drunk, what do we do about him...?

Victor: WHAT DID YOU SAY, NIKITA!?

 

*Remain silent*

 

Pavel: He was just saying he wants a drink, but maybe later, right, Nick?

 

*Nod three times*

 

Victor: I have faith... the union will be reborn, just you wait. JUST WAIT, NIKITA!

 

*Look at Pavel*

 

Pavel: We will leave... we need to find a place.

Nikita: We need jobs, we can only live for about one month with the money we have.

Pavel: Stay positive, brother, we are Volkovs, we will make it, we'll get jobs.

Nikita: Okay, Pavel, let's do this, but what about Victor?

Pavel: We will stop by every once in a while and make sure he is okay.

 

*Nod in agreement*

 

Pavel: For now, brother, let's just try to enjoy our birthday.

Nikita: I can solve our job problem, I think...

Pavel: I never doubted you for a second, Nick.

 

*Pavel winks at you*

 

Nikita: Anyways, November 2... time flies, we're 16 years old. Happy birthday, brother.