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– Of course. I am Moroccan. In our homeland, Arthur and I attach great importance to this drink.

– Tell me about Arthur’s native roots. You know for sure.

– Yes. It is you at the address.

– Me, Arthur and Jamal. We are our close-knit team. But the day came, and I was left alone. It is good that you decided to resurrect all this. That is why I’m happy to help you. This is a sacred thing for me. I have known Arthur since I was a kid. We were neighbors. His childhood was difficult; he grew up without a mother. Arthur had a brother, their father paid little attention to them, and Arthur often came to our family to hide from his father’s anger, or just to eat. When the children grew up, it was time to inherit the business, and Arthur showed cruelty. He got everything. Jamal and I have always been there. Then you know.

– No. I know such a little. It seems to me that there is something else that I do not know about. He talked so much on the phone. And I don’t know languages. He made so many flights, and I do not know why or where.