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'What a grumpy bastard,' Julius said. 'Couldn't he think of what was best for his daughter?'

Gustav agreed. A complicating factor was that the father had just noticed that his six-cylinder BMW had become a four-cylinder while he was on a business trip to Singapore.

'And he blamed you?'

'Yes. With no evidence.'

'Were you innocent?'

'That's beside the point.'

In conclusion, Gustav said it felt right that Simran Aryabhat Chakrabarty Gopaldas was no more.

'But it's too bad he didn't have time to settle up with the hotel. Cheers to you, my friend.'

* * *

Some time after their initial, cheerful meeting at the bar, Julius Jonsson and his new partner Gustav Svensson, with the help of a substantial amount of the money that remained in the suitcase, took over an asparagus farm in the mountains. Julius held the reins, Gustav was the site manager, and a great number of impoverished Balinese people bent their backs in the fields.

With the help of previous contacts in Sweden, Julius and his new partner now exported 'Gustav Svensson's locally grown asparagus' in lovely bunches tied with blue-and-yellow ribbon. Nowhere did Julius or the man who had, until recently, been named something else claim that the asparagus was Swedish. The only thing Swedish about it was the price, and the name of the Indian grower. Unlike the Peru project, this wasn't as illegal as Julius would have preferred, but you couldn't have it all. Furthermore, he and Gustav succeeded in establishing a supplementary, and shadier, line of business. Swedish asparagus had such a good international reputation that Gustav's Balinese variety could be shipped to Sweden, transferred into different boxes, and exported to a series of luxury hotels around the world. In Bali, for example. High-profile hotels there had their international reputations to consider, and it was worth every single extra rupiah it cost to avoid serving guests the bland, locally grown variety.

Allan was glad his friend Julius was back to his old self. And with that, life surely would have been a gas once more for both Julius and his hundred-year-old friend with the black tablet, except the money in the suitcase that never ran dry was starting to run dry. The income from the crop fields in the mountains was respectable, but life at the luxury hotel where the friends resided was anything but free. Even the imported Swedish asparagus in the restaurant cost half a fortune.

Julius had wanted to broach the topic of their finances with Allan for some time. He just hadn't got round to it. At breakfast that morning, however, the time had come. Allan had brought his black tablet along as usual, and the day's news was a story about the love between siblings. The North Korean leader Kim Jong-un had just had his brother poisoned to death at an airport in Malaysia. Allan said he wasn't overly surprised: he'd had his own dealings with Kim Jong-un's father. And grandfather.

'Both father and grandfather did in fact intend to take my life,' he recalled. 'Now both of them are dead, but here I sit. Such is life.'

Julius had grown used to Allan popping up with such reflections on the past and was no longer surprised by them. He had probably heard that particular story before, but he didn't quite recall. 'You met the North Korean leader's father? And grandfather? How old are you?'

'A hundred, almost a hundred and one,' said Allan. 'In case that somehow escaped you. Their names were Kim Jong-il and Kim Il-sung. The one was only a child, but he was very angry.'

Julius resisted the urge to enquire further. Instead he guided the conversation towards the topic he'd been planning to discuss from the start.

The problem was, as Julius had hinted earlier, that the suitcase of money was increasingly transforming into a suitcase without money. And it had been two and a half months since they'd last settled their debts with the hotel. Julius didn't want to think about what the bill would say.

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