On a misty morning in Bondi Beach, a disappointed Oliver Sommer hangs up the phone.

“Lars has declined my job offer. Going to Russia instead.”

Celine pours him a coffee “Looks like the Russians have all the money nowadays, dear”

Oliver shakes his head. “ It's not about money. He mentioned having found out about something that he didn't know before and can't talk about at the moment. Very odd.

“Now that sounds pretty fishy to me,” Celine agrees.

“Bah, he's probably just googled the price of Vodka,” Zoe quipped, before digging back into her cornflakes.