Ferit was still holding the photo of the painting in his hand. He was trying to understand the situation.
The glass door of his studio opened. He saw a dark skinned fellow of good height. He was wearing a rain coat, even though there were no clouds even and a hat. He was well built, appeared to be in his mid forties. His laptop was hanging on his shoulder. With a smile on his face, he extended his visiting card to Ferit.
Ferit looked at the card. His eyes broadly opened in disbelief. The visitor was none else but Susanta, the international art dealer, who had arrived to meet Ferit, on