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eneral Enrique Constanza pulled off his boots and massaged his aching feet. He was looking forward to a soak in the Jacuzzi tub located just off the plush guest bedroom at the back of Fidel’s mansion. When he got himself paid and set up in the new Cuba, he was determined to install a Jacuzzi in his own home on the outskirts of Havana. There might not be enough money for the other improvements he planned now that Panteros had caved to the Russians, but the Jacuzzi was a definite priority.
His aide knocked and entered carrying a fruit plate and a bottle of rum. One of the other things he’d enjoyed during their stay on the island was the nightly drink and conversations they had on the guest room’s breezy veranda overlooking the ocean. No wonder Fidel claimed this place and pour
