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Evening. Athens. How do not want to leave here. Walking along La Cruz Embankment, you look back at the ever-green, noisy palm trees. Not a soul around, only waves breaking the faded reflection of the moon, and sand rustling underfoot. Somewhere in the distance there is an echo of the passing day - this is a local group playing its own motifs for restless tourists that they are flocking to a cheap spectacle. No, you think there are a lot more exciting things in this city.
This time the negotiations dragged on until midnight ...
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This time the negotiations dragged on until midnight ...
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