Kerim Bey

— My friend. Come in. Come in. Glad to see you. Welcome to Istanbul.
— Thank you for sending the car, but it does rather tie you in with me.
— You're in the Balkans now, Mr. Bond. The game with the Russians is played a little differently here. The day-to-day routine matters, we don't make it too difficult to keep a tab on each other.
— So I gathered from your chauffeur. He's a rather intelligent young man.
— He should be. He's my son. Coffee?
— Medium sweet.
— Two, medium sweet. He also is my son. All of my key employees are my sons. Blood is the best security in this business.