Pavel: How'd it go?

Nikita: It was... painful.

Pavel: Well, I'm glad you got to see her one last time.

 

*Stare off into the rain*

 

Pavel: I'm sorry, brother... I wish I could help you.

 

*The raindrops mask your tears*

 

Pavel: Well, shall we?

 

*Continue staring off into the distance*

*Pavel puts his arm around you*

 

Nikita: I'm not leaving, brother...

Pavel: What??? We have to, brother, they'll kill us.

Nikita: I'm taking everything from this place... because it took everything from me.

Pavel: I'm not sure I follow.

Nikita: You said Kostya got a briefcase of money, right?

Pavel: Yeah...

Nikita: Well... I'm going to take it.

Pavel: I can't say that's a good idea... We shouldn't, we should just leave.

Nikita: I'm not leaving before I even the scales.