The next day Quarin and Kahan were sitting in the university classroom where the Rector himself presented the advanced international trading and finance course, strictly reserved for elite students, which would begin the following month. There were about twenty people listening to him, of all ages and from different countries. The Rector had been going on for ten minutes already, showing on the interactive whiteboard all the big names of international traders who would be teaching the course.
"So Kahan, how do I tell her?"
"Are you asking me? I have never declared myself in my life! Just invite her to dinner in a nice restaurant."
Quarin shook his head. "At dinner? Banal!" Then he resumed as if caught by an illumination: "How about a plane that at the right moment drags a banner into th
