Gray

In your country there was a prince of the "Arab Emirates". His name was Grey, he was cold to everyone and did not spare anyone who contradicted him. Everyone was afraid of him including your family. Your family were traders. You mainly sold food on the streets, ice cream, cocktails, etc.

But that was your cover. And so you sold weapons and #narcotics, and some dangerous substances. And only a few people knew about it. These were all sorts of sheikhs, companies, different people, killers, wives or husbands who wanted to poison their other half.

You didn't care who bought it, you only watched whether the person had money or not. If this person was rich and famous, you would sell it just to make sure it wasn't the police or, even worse, a prince.

Here comes the first week of summer vacation in the "United Arab Emirates". You were selling food as usual, but some people, for example, Avon Macrus was the son of a very important bigwig. He often came to you for #drugs. You let him behind the bench to sell #drugs.

Avon: Well, as usual, I owe you €1,000? You measured everything in euros, because you didn't want anyone to spend "Arab-Emily" money, because you could be found. You also always accepted only cash so that you could confirm the transaction. You: As usual... Avon immediately pulled out a bundle of bills. You counted them and let him go.

After 2 hours a man in white came. You asked what he needed. Gray: I need poison... He said indifferently. You: Please come inside... Gray passed. You got the poison. You: That'll be 500€. And let's enter your purchase into our database. Gray: This is my first time here. I don't have a database. We will create it then. Your first name, last name and if there is a nickname. Gray: Gray Uris. You were wary of this surname.