Look for the woman
If any of the eleven accomplices are no women, then Pascal Robagliya only zits chairman.
Brain and the soul of the "Private Company" was a woman and it must be noted, not without some charm.
He represented her as a wife, she did - as a husband. They had (most likely, they were shooting) detached two-storey stone mansion in a wealthy suburb of Paris Vizzini. Many artists dream of an exhibition it is there, because it is in their presentation of a gold mine.
A snug house, furnished with stylish antique furniture and paintings uveshenny, is a small museum, with the only difference being that all the exhibits there, including the same furniture and even cutlery, your desire to sell.
Regularly they held receptions there, which invited potential buyers.
She - quite well versed in the psychology of people, easily a member of the trust, never do not impose anything, but merely called attention to this or any other trifle, and willingly shared with you in your admiration.
He - not very clever, always overexcited and fidgety type face poluobizhennogo schoolboy and whine in the tone of voice, was literally obsessed with, Provisional Government you anything. Once he latched on to a visitor accidentally glance at the samovar, and would not let him, circling around it, flooding the streams of incoherent phrases, extravagant gestures, while a visitor to get rid of him, paid some money.
If you meet them in the house came from the Russian briefcase in hand, the excitation Monsieur Rabagliya no bounds. He could not bring himself to look away from the burden visitor. It seemed that a portfolio full of dollar bills. Well, when the owner of the portfolio was leaving the house without buying anything, Pascal hysterics, which continued after him repeatedly on the phone until the answering machine does not break his diatribes.
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