Ivan suddenly stood up, took a deep drag on his cigarette, trying to calm his pounding heart.
A greedy sneer appeared on his face as he said to his underling:
"Tell Sergei over there, it's been a pleasure working with him! And then..."
He paused, his voice a bit hoarse with excitement:
"Give our best samples, free of charge, to the head of security at the 'Red Coral' nightclub, the operations manager at the 'Neptune' casino, and that lustful old goat Jonathan at the port customs!"
"I've already made the arrangements."
"Just wait to get rich!"
...
Belize Special Zone, "Neptune" Casino.
The lights were mesmerizing, the noise was deafening, the roulette spinning, the dice crisp, the slot machines producing an ear-splitting racket and occasionally the sound of winning bells.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of high-end cigars, the ambiguous scent of expensive perfume, and the anxiety of money.
