Esimesed 74 rida.
Ian killed the boss and became the new Don.
That's what Kiri's letter said.
Long time no see.
Good morning, Mihai.
Get off already, old man.
Ah, pardon me.
Good morning...
Kiri.
I'm amazed you found out where I was moving.
This city isn't as big as you think.
I guess not.
No matter where I go, the cold remains.
I'm sorry!
It's okay. Be careful.
I–I will.
Fifteen years ago...
The boss dropped Ian on me, a small-time hitman.
This is my son.
I don't care how long it takes.
Teach him everything you know.
To the boss, Ian was just the heir to the organization.
You could tell simply by looking at his face.
He was a little over ten, and his face showed no sign of parental love.
I heard that at the start of this year, he said, “Happy New Year, Papa,"
and pulled the trigger.
It's still up there?
That's the only photo with Milena in it.
You burned all the other ones.
Milena and Kiri were prostitutes in this bar.
Milena was always with Ian and me.
It's devastating when the woman you fall for is a prostitute.
Despite that, we'd been doing pretty well.
But...
Ten years ago on that day...
Oh. You're home early, Mihai.
Ian!
After pointing my gun at the boss' son, I was kicked out of the organization.
I couldn't figure out why he killed her.
What are you going to do from now on?
By tonight, he'll probably be notified that you're here.
Tomorrow, I'll visit Milena's grave.
Are you serious?
You knew that when you sent me the letter, didn't you?
Yes.
Your room on the second floor is just as you left it.
Thanks.
Doing this kind of crap...
How dare you trample the boss'—
Pipe down.
You're disturbing the neighbors.
You may utter one single word.
Do you pledge loyalty to me?
Yes or no. Nothing more.
Don't underestimate me, you shitty brat!
Do you think you took control of the family by killing the boss?!
You won't be acting like the boss for much long—
It seems his senility kicked in.
Didn't I say, “Yes or no"?
Damn, I did it too.
Gunfire also disturbs the neighbors.
Boss, may I have a moment?
It's ten years too early for you to shoot with one hand, Ian.
Stop acting cool.
Hold it with both hands and aim properly.
Behind you, Ian!
Carelessness is your worst enemy.
What are you doing?!
In this business, you never know when or where you'll be a target.
You need to have eyes in the back of your head.
Even if you say that...
Good morning, gentlemen.
This is like a father-son quarrel.
Good morning, Ian.
Morning.
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