Jimmy.

The gray-haired African shines with the dark coals of his eyes, but looks as if he sees a dying dog - with pity. Raphael, for the life of me, does not remember how long he has been here. a week? Month? Day?

“I have a task for you.

- More champagne? Or something stronger? invite girls? Or..

Raph shakes his head. He pulls out his wallet and pulls out a few thousand rand, gives him all the cash just so he can find the damn list of accredited journalists.

“You can do anything, right?

The receptionist takes the money, looking around before that. He is not a bribe-taker, not...