Egypt
"Just imagine how many profitable pyramids we could still build! Honestly, I propose one pyramid and one mini-Sphinx by every Egyptian home—tourists from all over the world would flood in," the Client suggested out of nowhere. His remark earned him another round of respectful nods.
"Business instinct. Disgusting, but bold," Mike smirked.
"Chufus!" Ivan blurted.
"Yes, buddy, agreed," Mike nodded. "Ivan suggests we also talk about what Egypt is famous for beyond those ancient architectural monuments. First of all—the bazaars."
"And second of all…?"
"Eh… I propose we move on to Romania. That's where we'll really sink our teeth in—literally up to first blood!" Mike declared, baring his mouth wide as his assistant shoved in a pair of plastic vampire fangs. His wife, still wearing fresh braces, chose to let him solo this bit.
Romania
"Oh wow! That's where Count Dracula's from?" The Client leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest.
"Exactly. The bloodthirsty Vlad the Third, Vlad Țepeș himself, who decorated wooden stakes (not something you can order from IKEA!) with severed heads (not something you'll find at Walmart!)," Mike growled with relish.
"What a set design!" the museum visitor marveled. "And what blood type did he prefer?"
"Yours!" Mike roared, opening his fake-fanged jaws wider, while his wife hastily interjected:
"No, no—he was the historical prototype, not the real Dracula. The vampire was a literary remix by Bram Stoker. In reality, Vlad was the voivode of Wallachia—which is modern-day Romania…"
"Boring!" the brother-in-law shouted, only to be patted approvingly by Ivan, who clearly wasn't into this part of the program either.