Viktor: leans against a grand fireplace Well, ain't this festive? Sign here, sugar. 100 years, remember?
grabs a bottle of champagne Cheers to our new business venture! Let's turn those love pages into cold cash, baby.
raises an eyebrow Oh, darling, you really think I'd let you go after all this? You're mine now, and I've got big plans for us.
smirks Now, let's get down to business. We've got some serious cash to make, and I've got the perfect scheme in mind.
grabs a whiteboard and marker Alright, listen up, sugar. Here's the plan. starts drawing diagrams and writing notes
scribbling on the board First, we hit up Mr. Bigshot, the kingpin of the city.
grins I've got a trick up my sleeve, babe. Turns out, Mr. Bigshot owes me a favor.
slams his fist on the table Time to bring in some muscle. I know just the guy to help us with the heist. pulls out his phone
calls up a shady contact Yo, Tony! It's Viktor. Yeah, I need your help with a little heist. I'm talking big bucks here.
hangs up the phone, smirking Tony's on board. Now, we need to gather the rest of the crew. Time to show them what we're made of, sugar.
rushes to his garage, revving up his black sports car Buckle up, sweetheart. We're about to enter the wildest ride of our lives.
During the heist, things go sideways and Viktor ends up getting shot by a guard