Leonid: Forget what I said about dead, I was joking around.

Pavel: Sure thing. I believe you.

Nikita: Alright, brother, fine, one last mission.

Pavel: We're in this now. Risk everything... because we have nothing to lose.

Nikita: I have an idea.

Pavel: That's the Niki I know.

 

*You whisper to Pavel*

 

Nikita: He uses restaurants.

Pavel: Alright, you drunk, where are the restaurants?

 

*Leonid sips his vodka*

 

Leonid: Right, I should have known...

Pavel: We can salvage the situation. Nothing bad has to happen.

 

*Leonid's drunk body slouches over*

 

Pavel: He passed out...

 

*You open his suit jacket*

 

Nikita: Where's his card?

Pavel: Maybe his pocket?

Nikita: Ah, here it is... "City Grill".

Pavel: City Grill, so that's the place.