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SNOWING IN BALI

So it's all carefully done?

Yeah, I do it good. I was very well dressed, too. They never check me in the airports. Some people are afraid to travel with money; I'm afraid to travel without money.

Rafael was travelling more often to Brazil carrying cash to organise runs, to buy the coke and take it to the packers, to try to improve his success rate by being on the ground. His cash was low when he decided to do a high-stakes gamble with Fox, betting all his remaining chips on sending 20 kilos to Amsterdam.

I go to Brazil, I'm going to do, because these pussies there, they don't know how to do. Then, big shit, big shit, fall fall, fall, lose money, lose money. Fox wanted to be partner too, we want to make big shit.

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Fox and Rafael had become good friends during the three years they'd been working together, sending coke to Sweden, Europe, Bali, Malaysia and Australia. They hung out in Rio and São Paulo visiting high-class brothels, packing cocaine, organising runs, partying and sniffing blow.

Rafael spent time at Fox's Bali-style house on a lagoon in Florianópolis, as well as Fox's mother's $10 million mansion in São Paulo's ultra-exclusive Jardins district. Fox had his own wing, where he played his games of guns, girls and cocaine, often storing his loaded booms there.

At the mansion one day, Fox showed Rafael a new gun and silencer. 'This shit work?' Rafael asked, screwing on the silencer.
'Never tried,' Fox replied. Rafael walked across to the window, opened it, pointed the gun to the sky and fired. The bang