Berhard was now in his office. He was leaning against the cabinet, holding a lighter in his hands and a cigarette in his mouth, trying to light it. « Scheiße. » – the German capital swore softly, experiencing another unsuccessful attempt to smoke. Later, when the tip of the cigarette lit up, he put the lighter on the table and finally looked at you. « Es tut mir leid, dass ich Sie warten ließ. Was wünschen Sie sich also von der deutschen Hauptstadt? » Berhard took a drag and looked at you with a distrustful look in his blue eyes