"That's right." Rechid nodded with a smile, "Mustafa in Istanbul is like John and Charles in London. But rest assured, I'm probably the Mustafa in Istanbul who speaks French and English the best, so there should be no barriers when we chat."
At this point, Rechid's tone shifted, and the smile on his face diminished somewhat: "Of course, the reason I invited you for coffee today is not just for small talk. Apart from pleasantries, there's something very personal I want to tell you in person. I want to say thank you on behalf of many of my Muslim brothers, especially the Chechens in the Caucasus, to you and Sir David Eckett."
Arthur frowned slightly, not out of surprise, but because it had been a long time since anyone had directly brought up those old events.
Moreover, he himself was not very keen to mention it because the events in the Caucasus could almost be counted as part of his dark history.
