“We are one family now,” Igor says. “Twenty years ago, I would have thought it impossible.”
“And now?”
“I’m grateful.”
“As am I, my friend.”
We puff our cigars and watch our brood, and I know, without a doubt, that our family is safe, ready for future generations of Martinellis and Tarenkovs to rule.
Our families will go on.
And that, is the ultimate goal.