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The good old days end in the panicked ruckus after Atlas's death, when Mordecai, running with a new gang now, tells Viktor to come with him and Viktor says no.
The good old days end when Mordecai jams the barrel of his pistol up under Viktor's chin, orders Viktor to retire (already bleeding from the chest and the mouth) and Viktor says no.
The good old days end as Mordecai, perhaps swayed by nostalgia once in his life, swears and pulls back, shooting Viktor in the knee (not the chest or the throat or the head), kicks his other leg out from under him and--as Viktor lays in the dirt in stoic Slavic silence--says, "Perhaps I will see you again," and Viktor says no.