“Welcome Anton” said a middle aged man, escorted with one security, who greets the young man that just entered the arrival gate, trace of tiredness surely shown on his face. Despite the coziness of business class, and the extra hospitality of the flight attendants, twenty hours long flight surely had some effects on him.
“Herr Wagner” Said the young main as they shake hands, then walked through the diplomat check points where the customs officer looking curiously towards the silver briefcase held by Anton, which cannot be touched by them, not just because all the paperwork handed by the security personnel were solid, the diplomatic immunity Anton has, also the direct order from their chief, who is very happy with some additional cash he get from the embassy.
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