"Go buy some chocolate."
Dejan Lu hung back a step and said to Monica.
Only then did he catch up with Sir Alex Ferguson and Redondo.
The group arrived at the Gordon's Wine Bar beside Embankment station.
There was a story about Embankment station.
London had replaced all its Underground announcements with a mechanical female voice.
But at Embankment, you could hear a warm, gentle male voice. That voice had been recorded forty years earlier by a man who had graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. After he died, his wife would dress up carefully every day and go to the station to listen to her husband's voice. Later, the station was changed to a female voice as well.
When the announcement was changed here too, the woman went to the Underground authorities, hoping to preserve that recording permanently.
The staff were moved by her devotion and changed Embankment back to its original male announcement voice. It was also the only Underground station in London to use a male voice.
"The cheese with jam here is quite good, but the red wine isn't much. I recommend Italian cheese—it's better than British cheese!" the Scottish manager said enthusiastically.
Redondo nodded vigorously.
Argentinians and Scottish people had plenty in common when it came to disliking the British.
After all, Hand of God, that complimentary term, had been invented by Scottish people.
This pub clearly had some history to it. The weathered walls bore the marks of time.
Decorations from before the war, after the war, and even the previous century could all be seen.
The dim lighting also made people feel safer, allowing them to relax.
Even though the three had arrived early, there were already several drinkers in the pub.
Their table was against the wall, and before long,