Angra dos Reis, Rio de Janeiro

Ana was willing to die to find out what this was all about. Because of this, someone needed to tell her that it is complex to solve all the world' s problems. In a rather unbelievable fashion, Enzo had to be the voice of reason at that moment.

- Are you out of your goddamn mind? - he asked.

- What is it Enzo?

- Oh, not at all! You're just going to be the product of human trafficking. Other than that, not a big deal.

- Enzo, somebody has to do something.

- And I thought sleeping with Enzo would be your dumbest move, Ana. - said Vini, with a short laugh.

- Very funny, Vini. - Belgium didn't like the joke.

- No, no, he's right, Belgium. - Enzo was forced to agree. - Unfortunately. What Ana wants to do is completely stupid. What are you going to tell your father? Oh, Papa, I'm going over there to become a Prince's wife after being sold on the black market!

- She probably wouldn't say exactly that, Enzo.

- No shit, Vini!

- It is not possible that Enzo is the voice of reason and serenity. - Belgium made an important observation.

Yeah, this scene is weird.

- What do you think will happen when you get there? - Vini asked Ana.

- I have no idea.

- Look, I'm warning you. - Fernando told. - I'm just going to infiltrate her. Afterwards, it's no longer my responsibility.

- I am aware of that.

Well, even with Enzo's complains, there wasn't much to be done, except to express regret for his girlfriend's lack of will to live. This plan had everything to fail. The chance of Ana not returning was considerable, but, as incredible as it was, there was the possibility that it could get worse.

As soon as they returned to Rio, Ana had to come up with a very good explanation to her father. So good that it would justify her leaving home for a few days without arousing suspicion.

- I don't understand. - he said. - Are you going out of the state with Enzo?

- Yes, I don't know if you are familiar with it, but Enzo and I had many good times when we were kids. I disappeared and he was so hurt by my disappearance.

Of course, appeal to nostalgia and sentimentality. Who hasn't?

- I feel that I should get closer to him to recover all that I missed. - Ana continued. - Can you understand?

- I think so.

After trying to justify the unjustifiable, Ana and the others met Fernando at Galeão International Airport, the only international airport in the capital. Yes, it doesn't make much sense a state with more than 16 million people to have only one international airport. But it is what it is.

- Hey," Fernando called out. - This way.

He took them to a private place in the airport. Enzo carried his girlfriend's bags all the way down the hall. Vini and Belgium came right behind. During the long walk, Vini had the dark feeling that this was really a very stupid plan and that they hadn't thought it through. Sadly, for them, there was no turning back.

The ex-military man in our story introduced Silva, a much younger military serviceman than himself. And, apparently, inexperienced in the job. A few words and soon Ana, Enzo, Vini and Belgium were boarding a military plane for Eastern Europe. Vini glanced out the window and took one last view of the city that was getting smaller and smaller.

- Well, here we go. - he said. - I'm stressed, but what the hell.

- Why? - Enzo asked. - They're the ones who should be worried.

- Enzo, shut up, you'll blow our cover! - Belgium complained.

- What language do they speak? Is it like a common language or is it like everyone here speaks Mexican?

Vini dismissed Enzo's stupid question and put on his headphones. He felt sleepy and lay down on Belgium's shoulder, falling asleep right away. Enzo also sought ways to distract himself. He turned on his cell phone and chose an artist. At least he thought he had:

- Phil Collins, Phil Collins, Phil Collins, Phil Collins, Phil Collins...

Yes, you get the idea.