"Doubts, no." Nicholai pauses in the frame of the hallway and hangs his head slightly as he adjusts the phone. "Russians do not have doubts. Why do you think Sergei made himself into such a freak? We jump. We do not hesitate. That is how we are born."
He licks his lower lip. "But intentions worry and I am a man that appreciates some sort of platform when I land; what is the payment for this track run?" Money. There had to be money. And lots of it.