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"Five million euros. No less, no more." I looked amusedly at the man with the hat under his suntanned face and the brash good-natured nut-browns. "You are obsessed with madness." "I appreciate your understanding," the man laughed. A cool laugh which didn't quite match his eyes. "So what. The price is too high for me," I replied forcefully. "Then," the man in the hat stood up from the log with a sigh. "Then you won't see your wife - my hostage - again. I thought," he looked at me in wonder. "That your possessions are greater than your mind. Goodbye no more." The man wanted to leave, but something was still holding him back. He took off his hat and revealed full dark hair and a handsome young face. Abruptly, I recognized him. "Adrian!", I exclaimed. "Yeah right," Adrian grinned. "Your old classmate Adrian. You wouldn't have guessed it, huh. Yeah, I know the price is high and you won't give me the money you arrogant prick. But I'm going to keep your wife. That was the price. I don't want your money either, but I want your wife. She loves me and not you. You've cheated on her too many times. That was the price. Goodbye forever." And Adrian disappeared into the darkness between the trees, leaving me alone with Jörn, who had never been able to return his wife's love.