My poor brother, how many militia did you kill?
You have to understand, there were 50 of them. Plus the Americans...[Terek sharply cuts him off]
Yes, YES, but how many did you *kill*?
None
None? Not even *one*?
Please, Terek. I did what I could. [but Terek has leapt to his feet]
You did what you could? You did what you could. [heads over to a display of ancient battle axes on the wall] Letting those militia pigs and their American scum kill my brother, without killing even one in return! Okay, that is what *you* could do, [snatches one of those axes off the wall...] and this is what *I* CAN DO! [...and slams it hard into Vasilov's head to the gasps of the other members]
I loved this man like a brother. He was a dear friend and partner to me. [indicates to what he's done] So I took no joy in that. [now menacingly] But just think, if I can do this to someone I *love*, imagine what I can do with someone I *hate*! [icily] The American FBI declares war on us. Then WAR IT IS!
