Alchemist: A friend of mine ordered a business plan, calculated the repayment and everything else.
Alchemist: We will build a waste recycling plant in the city. At the entrance, forgive for the expression of go... at the exit - spirits. Alcohol is so much that you can give every resident of the city a few bottles a day.
Anton: So what then?
Alchemist: Well, I don’t drink anymore.