"The Brandenburg Gate," I responded. With that, she ignited the engine, and we embarked on our journey. Seizing a moment of respite, I lit a cigarette and turned to Darjan. "Call those two bitches, and tell them to come to the hotel we're staying right now."
While the wheels of the car spun, carrying us back to our hotel, Eman was diligently preparing for the imminent journey to Germany.
After 15 minutes of calm travel, Vanessa skillfully maneuvered the vehicle to a halt in front of the iconic Brandenburg Gate.
Exiting the vehicle, we were greeted with many spectators staring at us.
Vanessa lowered the car window and called out to us before saying, "Please await our call patiently; we will notify you once everything is ready," she assured, her words carrying a promise of efficiency.