“favour”

At the zebra first, see the Kremlin pussy (that family face who own me money and now treat theirs Finance Ministry) at the BMW 3 in begging mood looking for eyes contact with me, than ten yards further a Greenspan, like a rat, eating a pear.  

AFTER LUNCH DREAM:

I am a driving. At the cross lights see the two guys with that grin that C^O dislike, making some kind of business with me. Not huge one, but a note of five pounds is very important. Lot of manoeuvrings and machinations before I am ending with “favour” to spare. £5 more after long transactions. And insisting inner voice are telling me that this is the camel who are looser.