"You're right, but you're not seeing the big picture here, bro. I'm not going to launder the money directly with the bank; that's just stupid. What I'll do with the loaned money is build a small business!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"A business?!" exclaimed Eman, finally speaking. "Let's open a fucking sex shop! I haven't seen one in Trbovlje!" Eman
expressed finally excited to understand something in the conversation.
Both Darjan and I exchanged disgusted glances in response to Eman's statement.
"What...?" Eman inquired, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Just shut up bro." Darjan retorted, a hint of irritation in his tone, clearly annoyed by Eman's confusion. He then shifted his attention to me, asking, "So, what kind of business are we talking about here?"
Ashing my cigarete, I gazed up at the ceiling, contemplating for a moment. "Just wait and see," I replied cryptically. Rising from my seat, I strolled toward the front door,
