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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Come in.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Lay off that stuff.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Because it clouds your judgement. Not now, it's not the time.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| My judgement. That's a good one. I'm a fool. A drunken fool.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Niko's here. We're going to go take care of that guy. I take it you won't be joining us?
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Make him suffer. People forget pain so quickly.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You need to calm down with that stuff.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Calm? Why? So I can be like you, Mr. Barbiturate? Always so fucked up on painkillers you don't give shit?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You need to calm down.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Where we would be now if I was calm like you?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Let me guess, in a prison camp in Siberia. Or selling hash to tourists in Red Square, or still in the navy? Which is it today?
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Be careful, Dimitri. Be fucking careful.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You be careful... you're getting crazy.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| That's the way it works. I am angry, you are calm, I scare, you reason. It works...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Yes, but you've angered the wrong people.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Too many bodies, too many attention. We'll be dealt with... if we don't start playing by the rules.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| I've angered people? Me? Not "we"? Strange. When I give out the money, it's "us". When I have to push people, it's "me". All alone. Don't think I cannot see through you. After all we've done together...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You're getting delusional. Look, we have to go.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| I fucking love you.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Yes, yes.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| I fucking love you...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| I know this.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Yeah. But you treat me like a child. I run things my way, Dimitri Rascalov. My fucking way! Get out of my sight! Or I fucking kill you!
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| I'm not saying don't run things your way. I'm saying be calm. Here, take a couple of these...
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| What are you still doing here? I said get out of my sight!
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| Niko Bellic drives to the sex shop. (First Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| We're going to that sex shop on Hove Beach. This guy been making porno in his basement and he didn't cut Mikhail in.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Least he could have done is to send over some tapes.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You know how much money there is selling this stuff online? A whole fucking heap. We're going to ignore what Mikhail said and try not to kill them. Taking a bite of this pie would be very profitable for our operation.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I've got no problems with sparing some lives.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| No, it's Mikhail that has the issue. Can't keep his finger off of the triggers. Wasn't always like this though. Things got to him.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I hope it don't get to me.
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| Niko Bellic drives to the sex shop. (Second Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| We're going to that sex shop on Hove Beach.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Am I helping pick out a porno for you? I think you know best what you like. Mikhail said something about men suffering. That sounds like some sick shit...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Funny. That ain't it. These guys are making the shit loads of cash, and we ain't seein' any of it. Word is, they've started their own porno site as well.
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| Niko Bellic:
| You guys are getting protection money off of websites now? What, you stop them from getting viruses?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Mikhail gets a taste of any money that gets made in Hove Beach. It doesn't matter that it's online.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I'll keep that in mind.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Yeah, you will. Especially since you got rid of Vlad, our fucking debt collector.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Shit, well now it looks like you got me to settle your business
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| Niko Bellic and Dimitri Rascalov enters the sex shop, and found Joseph Kaplan filming porn videos.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Where's your boss?
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| Shopkeeper:
| What do ya mean? He's uh...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| In the back?
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| Shopkeeper:
| No, no, no, he's...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| They better not be filming.
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| Shopkeeper:
| No, they just havin' a meeting. I swear...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Get out of the way.
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| You see, they don't make 'em like that no more. That's a vintage bush. If it wasn't for that, I'd say this weren't worth transferring to DVD.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Hey, Joseph! You think you can expand your business interests make these pornos and sell them,
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| Woah, woah...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| and we won't know about it, huh?
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| We was just waiting 'til the books was closed at the end of the financial year. Then we was gonna cut you in.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Your books are closed until you pay us our cut. Niko, take this and cover Joseph.
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| Niko Bellic targets Joseph Kaplan.
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| We ain't making that much cash...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Is that a fact? Maybe we can't pop you, Joseph. But we can fuck up one of your boys.
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| Niko Bellic targets and shoots Brett.
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| Brett:
| Listen, big guy. You got a great look going on, real strong. We could put you in one of our films.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Shoot the scumbag in the leg.
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| Brett:
| Hey man, please? Go easy on me. Come on, big guy?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Shoot him in the fucking leg, Niko. Shut this dickhead up, Niko. Come on, Niko. Put a cap in his fucking leg.
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| Joseph Kaplan pays Dimitri Rascalov his cut. Dimitri Rascalov pistol-whips Joseph Kaplan.
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| Alright, alright already. Brett was just trying to be friendly. Shit, he'll be outta action for a couple a weeks.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You got some money for Mr. Faustin?
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| Joseph Kaplan:
| Fine, here you go. We ain't gonna have the...
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You should have thought of that earlier.
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Niko Bellic and Dimitri Rascalov leave the sex shop.
[These dialogues will play in random]
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| Actor:
| Please don't hurt me, I'm an actor. I can't die today. I'm special. I'm really special. I can show you... I'm special, I'm gonna be a star. Don't hurt me. A big, big star! I got something special in these pants, I need to show it to the world. Don't kill me, I got a load of desperate fans on the internet.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Joseph, I thought you were a better businessman than this. We go, Niko. This is a mess, let's get out of here. Fuck, why couldn't you make this easy? We're out of here, Niko.
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| Niko Bellic drives to a gun shop. (First Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| We're going to an alleyway off of Dillon Street in Schottler. I want to buy you a present.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Will you wrap it up and put a pretty bow on it?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Screw you, we're seeing a friend of mine who's got a good line on weapons. It's underground. A backroom place. There are a few around the city. The Mayor has a real hard-on for gun control.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Guns don't seem that controlled. I seen plenty and I just got here.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| And now you'll know where to get them for yourself, what's the problem? Mikhail... I know you didn't mean it. That's alright. I didn't kill Joseph, we will make more money with him alive. Shit, Mikhail... Mikhail? Fuck! You're lucky Roman don't try to make you kill someone every two seconds.
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| Niko Bellic drives to a gun shop. (Second Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| We're going to a gun shop.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Hey, I heard about these. Big American Supermarket where you can buy any gun you want. Ammu-Nation, right? Shopping carts full of AK47s... I might buy flame-thrower.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| That is another part of America. Here, in Liberty City, there is no such thing as the Ammu-Nation. Buying guns is illegal. In fact, the Mayor of this city tries to shut down Ammu-Nation shop in other states. This is because guns from there have ended up on the streets here.
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| Niko Bellic:
| So, what's this gun shop?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| It's underground. A backroom place. There are a few around the city. Useful if you know about them.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Yeah, could be. Depends how things go for me while I'm here. I might run into someone I want to shoot.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| As long as that someone is not me or Mikhail, then all is good. With a gun you will stay protected, that is the important thing.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Yes, you're right. It looks like I need to protect myself and my cousin in this place.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Do not fear. You no longer need to protect yourself from myself and Mikhail. We are your friends.
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| Niko Bellic and Dimitri Rascalov arrive at the gun shop. Niko Bellic enters the gun shop and purchase a weapon.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| The shop is just down that alleyway. Pick out what you like. Tell them to put it on Mr. Faustin's account.
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| Shop Owner:
| Alright, you don't look like a cop. Buy what you want.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I'll take this one. Charge Mr. Faustin.
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| Shop Owner:
| You fuckin' Ruskies are milking me dry. I ain't a cow.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I ain't Russian.
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| Niko Bellic drives to the mansion. (First Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Drive us to Mr. Faustin's.
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| Niko Bellic:
| So, you and Mr. Faustin, have you always argued and made up like this?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| It wasn't always like this. Mikhail was a great man. He had a temper, but he was fair. Now, he blows his top at the slightest thing. I never know who he will shoot, who he will stab. Andrei, who you met in Mikhail's basement. He was always loyal, he was a good worker, now he is dead. I guess that that is why we need your help.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Remind Faustin of that, maybe then he will not try to kill me.
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| Niko Bellic drives to the mansion. (Second Possible Dialogue)
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| How is your cousin, Roman, after the incident the other day?
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| Niko Bellic:
| Once he learns to control his bowels again he will be good. Mikhail fucked up his guts pretty bad.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| At least he's alive, eh? Mikhail don't always go for the gut shots.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I guess Roman's real lucky then. I wonder what big favor Faustin's gonna do for him next?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You got to remember, you killed Vlad. That angered Mikhail no matter what he said. It was very difficult for me to persuade him that a man like you could be more useful to us alive than dead.
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| Niko Bellic:
| You trying to tell me I owe you my life?
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| No, I'm not. I was trying to tell you. that I am a man who appreciates a good business venture when one comes along. Mikhail is making enemies very rapidly, a friend like you is useful. You are a man worth having on our side.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Pleased to be of use.
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| Niko Bellic arrive at the mansion. Dimitri Rascalov then enters the mansion.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| Thank you for your help, Niko. Come to see us at the club soon. Mikhail will be cool by then.
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| The porn shop guys were injured.
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| Niko Bellic arrive at the mansion. Dimitri Rascalov then enters the mansion.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You need to control yourself, you could become like Mikhail.
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| Niko Bellic calls Mikhail Faustin.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Mr. Faustin, I got a little out of control in the shop, people were hurt.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| This is what you are for, Bellic. To hurt people for me. But in ways that will make money. Come back to my house.
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| The gun shop owner is injured.
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| Niko Bellic arrive at the mansion. Dimitri Rascalov then enters the mansion.
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| Dimitri Rascalov:
| You need to control yourself, you could become like Mikhail.
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| Niko Bellic calls Mikhail Faustin.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Mr. Faustin, I don't think you should use that gun shop no more. I hurt the guy who works there.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| You are the one who should be taking Dimitri's sedatives, not me. Fucking control yourself.
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| Dimitri Rascalov is left in the shop.
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| Niko Bellic calls Mikhail Faustin.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Faustin, things got difficult in the shop. I left Dimitri there to deal with it.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| You're testing my patience, Bellic. Do you think that I am not to be obeyed? Come back to see me.
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| Dimitri Rascalov is dead.
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| Niko Bellic calls Mikhail Faustin.
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| Niko Bellic:
| I got some bad news, Mr. Faustin. Dimitri's gone.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| Dimitri... dead? How? This is impossible. Come see me and explain.
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| Niko Bellic calls Mikhail Faustin.
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| Niko Bellic:
| Mr. Faustin, I couldn't do what you wanted me to. I got carried away and fired all my bullets. Sorry.
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| Mikhail Faustin:
| You are testing my patience, Bellic. Do you think that I am not to be obeyed? Come back to see me.
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