"If today I'm destined to perish in the Mediterranean, do you think a rabid 'lost one' who feels abandoned by his allies, just before sinking into the sea, wouldn't be quite pleased to send a 'farewell gift' to some people 'particularly interested' in you—for example, your arch-enemy, the 'Black Sea Shark' Nikola, or the Greek Anti-Money Laundering Investigation Bureau that's always wanted to uproot you—containing details of all your secret accounts, smuggling routes, and the addresses of your 'cozy little family' in Crete Island and Athens?"
Once again, a blatant, precise, frightening threat!
On the other end of the phone, Toby's rough beast-like panting and his suppressed, despair-laden curses came through: "...Πουτάνα! (Greek: son of a bitch)...Σκατά! (shit)...Song Heping! You won't die a good death!..."
