Not on the furs!
He's got so many ideas!
And don't let your hair-brained nephew Vadim screw it up!
It's a lot of money, Papa.
Your fur business can support that right now?
Turn around.
Talk to them and we go after your mother.
One is prettier than the other. He knows everybody.
Take this. Put it on.
You were right. Kill the motherfucker.
He's a dead man.
This is what we've wanted for so long.
My nephew has stayed just to see this through.
When this is done...
...we'll control almost the whole market.
Each load is completely untraceable.
It's my own method.
Impressive.
You put the drugs right on the coat.
We are importing 200 imitation sables per week.
Try it.
Very good. Give them the money.
Eli! The kids!