Denver — Money Heist

Moscow shook his head, chuckling. Tokyo just laughed.

Moscow, his father, grabbed his arm. “Son. Calm down. It’s a cracker.” money heist denver

“You ate my fucking cracker?” Denver slammed his fists on the metal table. His eyes, wild and brown, locked onto Rio, who shrank into his hoodie. Moscow shook his head, chuckling

“Apology accepted,” Denver grumbled. “But next time, ask. A man’s snack is his castle.” He handed the other half to the little girl. “And you… you’ve got eyes like a spy. You want a job when you’re older?” Moscow shook his head