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That was the moment she decided to forget Gasparyan. No matter her brother was hanging around with his sister's slave girl while speaking openly against slavery and organizing jobs and manumission for the slaves who worked in his father's furniture factory. That alone would have been a juicy topic to cover in the show. What if Mr. Gasparyan used pet slaves registered to his sister's name as his own? But now, Berseh focused on something else. 

Infamous slaver, Mr. Kurame, stood in front of the counter, eating ice cream and drinking brandy. He had obviously discovered the bottle as self-service because the server boy arriving with a new bottle was less impressed. 

"Sorry, kid, I'm here for some fun, and maybe I will find something Georgian for myself," he looked at the server girl with hungry eyes. He was measuring her features through the dress. 

Berseh ordered a latte and ice cream. Then, she moved to the middle of the student group, where it was possible to observe without being seen. Kids were having fun and talking like they did in every country. The diversity of students was bigger in a city like this, where the university was high quality and fees were low for foreigners. The only problem with university and whole schooling were that it was possible to pass with money without being in lessons. That's why coffee houses were full of students also during the daytime, although prices were not student-friendly. 

"Gods!" Berseh was surprised how Mr. Kurame intercepted the young waitress and lured her into talking with him. That man didn't need any pleasure slaves if he scored like that. She couldn't believe how a man with that milage and reputation could do the trick like that. Or maybe it was his reputation that lured the young girl? There was danger in him but also a promise of getting to fame through his TV production. 

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