In 2004 an Iranian came into my shop, he insisted that I take a look at his apartment, I said ok, I went to him, I had a cup of tea, then suddenly he opened a door and it smelled like cannabis, I went in and saw a plantation, i said:do you want to produce hemp wool for me? and went.the reason:if he calls the police then he's like me, a bastard, i leave him alone, if he doesn't reveal anything then he's a good person and i can fuck him. the case until today