Nikita: Let's count the money.

 

*Pavel smiles*

 

Pavel: I'll let you do that, you love numbers, haha.

Nikita: Oh, my... god.

Pavel: How much?

Nikita: 120 million rubles...

 

*Pavel grins*

 

Pavel: It's about damn time.

 

*Stare at the night sky*

 

Pavel: What's on your mind, Nikita?

Nikita: The future, Maya, Kostya, the mob... Our parents.

Pavel: It's just... life, brother.