Chapter 20
January 25th, 2016
Rome
Milan won fifty Swiss francs when Guntram sighed visibly upset the moment the youth saw him standing at the Zurich airport's entrance. “Goran sent me,” Milan said in a hurry before Guntram would speak out.
“Let's get one thing straight. I “fixed it” with your boss but we didn't say yes to the “big brother bear” thing again.” Guntram's foot tapped the room when Milan approached him at the airline's business class queue.
“If you're boss now, you should cry for your own jet. Like Dahler or Von Kleist do. Heck, even Alexei does it now and then.” Milan used his broad smile to calm down Guntram.
“It's only for the day. No need to.” Guntram sighed again as he looked for his mobile phone. “It was supposed to be cheaper if I'm alone, but with you and all your friends around, an Airbus 380 would have been a better deal.”
“Don't be stingy.” Guntram glared at Milan. “Sir,” the Serb corrected himself hastily.
“It's only visiting the Lintorffs.” Guntram thanked the check counter lady and waited for Milan to show his ticket.
“That's why Mirko comes along with me. The Italians pee on their pants when they see him. Hasn't my baby grown up great? Let me see your seat.” Milan peered over Guntram's shoulder and chuckled. “Window. You get Mirko next to you. I'm in the row behind you.”
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