The Final Solution

– You want me to get the crown of Swinthila for you? Perhaps you are not aware that it was stolen from a museum in Madrid back in ’21, and today no one…
– I said: something like it, – Nella repeated in the tone one would probably use to drum the ABCs into the feeble-minded. Maxim did not like that tone. – Don’t play the fool, I’m not paying you a sum sufficient for a luxurious life for several decades for that. I want a similar crown. And I need you to get it for me.