Hey Boy: Paladin. I have letter for you.
Paladin: Hey Boy, do you want to deprive the world of something really precious--the first Paladin concerto?
Hey Boy: I only rob world in order not to rob poor, distressed lady.
Paladin: Whatever that means
Radachev: I know.
Paladin: Oh, how?
Radachev: By investigation. I know all things about you to know.
Paladin: Well, I sincerely hope not.
Radachev: True, it's true.
Paladin: Why? Why'd you go to all that trouble?
Radachev: Mr. Paladin. I'm a hunter. I'm also a soldier. I kill every animal all over the world. I fight battles for Russia. I earn medals, many medals. Mr. Paladin, I'm a brave man.
Radachev: You're a fool, Mr. Paladin. And a sentimentalist. You could have won the game. But you preferred to lead a path to freedom.
Paladin: Perhaps I just wanted to see the end of it, Radachev. Collect the winner's share.
Radachev: You're not a winner, Mr. Paladin. I am the winner. You're an excellent quarry. Better than most animals. But like all animals, you have a weakness. And this is... and this is predictable.
Paladin: Better have that wound taken care of.
Radachev: It's too late, Mr. Paladin. Perhaps we'll find our moment of death together. This will be very amusing.