Pietra:
Don't worry, my family will protect me.
Mikhail:
I do not trust anyone.
Pietra:
Trust me.
Mikhail:
If anything happens to you, I don't know what I'll turn into.
Pietra:
You will remain exactly as you are. I will be safe. I'm a Bellucci, don't forget that.
Mikhail:
Right.
Pietra:
Mikhail...
Mikhail:
What?
Pietra:
My grandmother said you killed your brother.
Mikhail:
I did.
Pietra:
Why?
Mikhail:
It was him or me.
Pietra:
You are talking about your family.
Mikhail:
You know it doesn't have the same meaning for me.
Pietra:
What about us?