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WHITE CHRISTMAS

me the cocaine, take all my money, then give me a bracelet.'

But Claudio assured him it was safe. 'No, the guy's cool, he's a surfer too. I've talked about you, about your surf camp.'

'No man, no way,' Rafael snapped.

'Okay, man, but unless you make a deal with him you'll have to sit and wait for a week.'

Denying his screaming instincts, Rafael acquiesced. 'Okay, let's go... let's go to meet this motherfucker. But is he going to give it to me today?' Rafael asked.

'Yes, he has storage of 100 kilos.'

Then I see myself go inside the police building in São Paulo, six floors, lots of rooms. I take the elevator, walk, look, everybody looks at me too, all the police, you know. They're full of gold, they're so bad taste to dress. Ah fuck, like farm people, like they are not good dressers, they have boots, hats. Then he brings me to the office of the boss to negotiate. The big boss is the fucking drug dealer. I was thinking this must be a dream when I sit at the table of one of the biggest delegados [police chiefs] in São Paulo to buy coke.

- Rafael

After a quick introduction, they got down to business. 'How much?' Rafael asked.

'€7000 each kilo.' He'd been promised €5000 by Claudio.

'Come on, man, you say €5000, why now €7000?' he hustled.

'Because this is good stuff,' the police chief argued.

'Well, I brought €50,000 to buy 10 kilos. That's my offer,' Rafael countered.

The cop played hardball. 'Whoa, cannot. It's €7000,' he said.

Rafael quickly created a convincing white lie. 'You're gonna fuck my packing because my cargo fits 10 kilos and I don't have