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How could he? Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad. How was the ballet? Very nice. Dad? Yeah. It was very nice. Well, I think I’ll turn in. How’s the new clutch? Great. Here, I almost forgot your change. What’s my name? Come on, Dad. What could the head of the Grant family have to hide Game from his first and oldest and only son? What’s my name? Nika. J. Nicholas Grant. Nick. Nikita. Hello. Your moment has come. I told you we’re not ready. You’ve had years to get ready. Who is it? It’s him. Let’s get out of here. It’s too late. How about if you give us time? Hang up the phone. How can we prevail? For God’s sake, Dad! We beseech you! Your discipline is sorely wanting. The directorate will be most unhappy. You must go to work immediately. And if we don’t? If we choose not to? If we have the strength to turn our back on Elizabeth’s father and my mother? Roy! Roy! Roy. Roy! You have neither the strength nor the choice. They are both dead. Our parents are dead? Yes. And to answer your next question, of old age. Roy! Now are you ready to proceed? Roy! Give me your answer. The answer is no. Roy! Come on, where are you? It’s me, Jeff! Then we will have to skip a generation. Roy! Come in, Nikita. Sit down. Oh, my God! No, not God. Just Nikita. You will make contact this morning at :. Meanwhile, Nikita and I will keep each other company. Please. Please, Konstantin lovanovich Game I beg of you. Leave Jeff! Anything you say. You have heard what I said. : AM, the G Street Pier. You give him the money. The boy is charming. He looks just like his mother. You speak Russian, Nikita? No. And the name’s Jeff. Jeff? To me, you are Nikita. And I am Konstantin. You may call me Tovarich. It’s our Russian word for “friend.” Do you have another cigarette, Konstantin? You smoke, Nikita? What would the Surgeon General say? Russian cigarettes. You will acquire the taste, Nikita. As you will for all things Russian. I once had some Popov Vodka. Did you? Bully for you, Nikita!