Character: Kerim Bey

Krylenko. So he came back. Another Bulgarian, working their killer. He could've planted that bomb. I have already had friction with him. But he wasn't in Istanbul for a year. View, you should be learning. This man kills for pleasure.

And, my friend, come in, come in. Glad to see you, welcome to Istanbul.
Thanks, I sent a car for me, but for you it came cumbersome.
- You are now in the Balkans, Mr. bond. Here with Russian behave differently. As for routine, we don't hide anything from each other.
- I could tell by your chauffeur. Incidentally, a very smart guy.
- Another would be. He is my son. Coffee?
- Not very strong, with sugar.
- Two coffees with sugar. It is also my son. All my key people - sons. Blood is the best defense in this case.