Sir, please come with us to a separate room.

The mistress tensed:

— What’s going on?

— Just a routine check, — one of the officers muttered.

Arthur calmly followed them — he was sure he had only swim trunks, shorts, and flip-flops in his luggage.

But when they put the suitcase in front of him and one of the workers pulled out several small bags of white powder, Arthur’s hands turned cold.

— What is this? — the security officer asked sternly.

— I… I don’t know! — Arthur stammered.

Hours of interrogation began. The same questions again and again. Documents checked. Experts called.