"I have no intent to hurt Four." He did, however, not think it was relevant. That boy would live through everything. It was the way it would be. "Or should I say, Klaus." Koschei put his hands into his pocket and then approached Barty with two slips in his hands. Medical documents. Birth certificates. "Klaus is his name, Bartholomew. That's your names. We are not numbers, we are not people either. We are beyond that. We exist in a state between Gods and men."

And that was what gave them the right to do as they wanted. That was what made them dangerous. He approached Barty and then held out his hand to him. "This is how men make deals. I've watched them my entire life. When you agree upon terms, you shake. So shall we. We agree to stop the status quo. We agree to happiness."