Appear strong when you are weak, and appear weak when you are strong.
Pavel: Let's make sure we think this through carefully.
Nikita: I think I have an idea.
You know where he lives, right, because you tailed him?
Pavel: We won't be able to break into his house... it's too risky.
Nikita: Yeah... you said his house was fenced in and very secure.
But, we know exactly what he wants and/or needs.
Pavel: He won't know it's a trap until it's too late.
Nikita: You will call Kostya asking for help and tell him about the assassination attempt.
Pavel: Kostya will probably lie to me and tell me that he is on my side.
Nikita: Yes, and then he will think that I don't know of his corruption.
Pavel: But... we do know of his corruption... It's all a trap.
Nikita: Kostya will call his boss, so we won't have much time...
Pavel: But it should be enough time to steal the money and run.
Nikita, is this really what you want?
Nikita: Kostya is a bad man, brother. He had something to do with Lev's death.
Pavel: If we go through with this, there's no turning back.
Nikita: I know, but Pavel, I remember you saying something to me...
Pavel: Which thing?
Nikita: The day we found out that Victor had something to do with our parents' disappearance...
Pavel: Oh, yeah. I know what you're talking about.
Nikita: The ones that escape justice... meet us. This is that moment.
Pavel: I know.
Nikita: Sometimes, the right thing to do is the most difficult thing to do.
Pavel: Sometimes, the right thing to do is obscured by fear, brother.
Nikita: When we look past fear, the choice is clear.
*Pavel makes strong eye contact*
Nikita: It's time we take our life into our own hands.
Pavel: Do you remember Papa showing you that card trick?
Nikita: Yes, he made the card appear in his mouth.
Pavel: I figured out how he did it.
Nikita: It was a special deck of cards, right?
Pavel: No, he picked up two cards and made it look like one. It's called a double lift.
Nikita: Double lift... So simple... Yet it was so hard to figure out.
Pavel: That trick... just reminds me of us.
Two people, but we look like one.