Nikita: Victor Morozov... He was one my father's friends. He offered to take us in when we told him about our parents.

Nikita: This is how you can tell we were young and stupid... We should have thought this part through a little bit more.

I had no choice, I needed to get medical supplies quickly, I had to steal them.

Jenna: Before you continue... can I ask you something?

Nikita: My life began to take form... Maya and I were getting close, my brother recovered from his injuries... It was... a good moment in time.

Nikita: The summer of 2002... the good old days.

💭Jenna: All of my life work... It's paying off. The Volkovs were the first piece of the puzzle. The final curtain shall close...

It's difficult to convey the emotion I went through during this part of the story.

Nikita: Pavel... Victor is gone.

Nikita: Four weeks went by, but then I was in. I got a forensics job with my chemistry background.

Kostya: Your theory was correct, Nikita. The killer has been killing two people per day with cocaine, and the drug was altering the perceived time of death.

I felt like I was born to solve this case.

Beating him at his own game.

Nikita: This new forensics job is great, but... the hours are pretty long sometimes.

Nikita: My time in Moscow... is nearly over.

Pavel: Nikita! Get up! There's a vehicle outside and someone set off my tripwire!

Appear strong when you are weak and appear weak when you are strong.

All kinds of emotions were running through my veins at this point in my life.