“Please, follow me,” the voice came from a stout man with a dark complexion, who was holding the door for you. A strange character, with an elegant black moustache that stood out in that olive face. The muscular character hadn"t taken his eyes off Corinne"s cleavage in a while.
“What"s your name, gentleman?” asked Corinne with a strange mixture of a choked giggle and pre-adolescent nervousness.
“Everyone calls me Doctor Omar Chivago, but you lady with olive eyes like the moon can call me Omar.”
“Bingo, Corinne. Another one. A mastodon, half man, half wardrobe of four meters. Doctor? More than Doctor he looks like a gorilla escaped from the zoo.”
Peter did not know how the old fox of his boss, Mr. Belvedere, had obtained those passes to visit the elitist Cairo Museum. Two supervised ent
