Pyotr chuckled and wagged a finger briefly at Garrick, "I am not to be telling you directly, there will be no elimination of competition here." Going back to drop another ball onto his tee he added, "I am to be liking both of my favorite assassins equally." This wasn't the first time he'd used such parenting cliches in reference to his death dealers, Pyotr wasn't sure why he did it but it just plain tickled him. "Though I can say it is to be rather funny that he is British too...younger though, little British Boy. He is being snotty, but is very fast and he is liking the blades as well." He shrugged, "I am never to be understanding what you British are having for blades instead of the guns..."
Taking his shot, Pyotr smiled as his ball once again hit dead on. The man that he'd had strung up out on the green had stolen only a small amount of money from him, but he was the first to do so in this town so Pyotr decided to make an example of him. There were always going to be mice attempting to steal from his cabinets, but a well placed body will make sure that everyone knew the boss didn't miss a trick. As it was the poor guy out there was spitting out his teeth like they were fresh chicklets, and once Pyotr was done with his golf this would really not be the least of his troubles.
Smiling as he looked out onto the green he said, "Target will be curious little mouse wandering into places he should not be going." Reaching into his golf bag he handed Garrick a little manilla envelope containing the information on the FBI agent that was currently sniffing around Pyotr. He hadn't been in this country for a month and already a fed had managed to catch a whiff of his dealings from one of his sloppier men. Luckily Pyotr had his own informant on the inside, which allowed him to get all this intel in the first place...and find out which of his men needed to die because of his sloppiness. "Points in contest will be given on accuracy, and of course flair in the killing. I am believing he has two daughters and a wife, bonus points are to be given for them." Oh yes, Pyotr was all about messages, and this one needed to be delivered quickly and brutally.