Alexander the Genius.
Here I am the knife in my hand and now I understand why the genius MUST die.
Alex, you're nothing to me now. You're not a brother, you're not a friend. I don't want to know you or what you do. I don't want to see you at the hotels, I don't want you near my house. When you go to Greece, I want to know a month in advance, so I won't be there. You understand?