Mikhail:
I have a much simpler solution.
Pietra:
Have a little more patience.
Mikhail:
It won’t last forever.
Pietra:
If you kill him, the chances of my father accepting us together will be even lower.
For now, just tell me when you'll come see me again.
Mikhail:
I need to sort it out.
Pietra:
Do that.
Mikhail:
I want you with me, here.
Pietra:
We'll figure it out. Have a little more faith.
Mikhail:
I'm not very good with prayers or faith.
Pietra:
I just need you to have faith in me and the love I feel for you.
Mikhail:
Right.
Pietra:
Do you love me too?
Mikhail:
I do.
Pietra:
Then everything will work out.
Mikhail: