Limited-Diamonds: Inferno

Can a precocious Earth 'prince' find helmet-logistics during crisis (Crimea) for diamonds/insurance 'integrity' laughter?

A tale about treasures-wind inspired by the excellent Earth fortunes 'eye' film Blood Diamond (Leo DiCaprio), which I think you'll like, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've no doubt this Crimean jewelry motion has insurance woe.

COUNCIL: You want special lease to enter that area during Invasion for treasure.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I work merely as (Interpol-relation?) exam-eyes for diamonds.

COUNCIL: You mean to return West (American Homeland) for Selfie-consumerism IQ.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You need not be 'James Bond' for Selfie/capitalism arms of heaven.

COUNCIL: We'll give you a minimum stipend (as an institution investigator and 4 months).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I shall compare myself to Selfie-posters of world-jewelry teleportation!

COUNCIL: Good (Facebook-like).

He entered like a 'James Bond' man, our protagonist photo-man of Crimean diamond storages for consumerism hopes in time of Invasion and war for an Embassy-controlled photo-experiment/journal about continuity of region-treasures during massive Western embargo 'deeds' against the Russian forces entering (illegally?) into the Ukraine, Mr. Amlan Satan, and worked inside community circles poised (veiled?) as a jewelry-man journal writer for 'insurance' integrity. Would diamonds link from Russia to America evermore? Would more treasure/value/asset/insurance woes creep into the post-9/11 Earth of infrastructure regularity 'linked' transit/globalism rhetoric (for the Ego)? What do you think? Was his fantasy Selfie-like?

MARTINE: You want me to Brussels with you, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: "Bond...James Bond."

MARTINE: I'm a Ukraine girl who (sure) loves diamonds.

AMLAN: This is an Earth journal cleat for bound Romanticism, Martine (no?).

MARTINE: You want me to help you manage a waffle-outfit in Belgium?

AMLAN: You're Belgian (geez).

MARTINE: I moved to Ukraine with my family (from Belgium) years ago, darling.

AMLAN: You're mine...I've a great Bostonian fortune...photo-journal credits...I'm going Brussels.

MARTINE: Why all the fuss with evermore-diamonds, Mr. Satan?

AMLAN: Guess it, Martine; it's our Earth of colonies (Facebook-like).

MARTINE: Damn (maybe!).

Surely, Martine was seduced by Satan's images of princely won/inherited fortunes in the West, and his offer for Selfie-consumerism lifestyle 'confidence' in Belgium would make for a retirement/waffle enterprise worth the post-Ukraine move migration for the Belgian girl who was 'teleported' to the Ukraine before the Russian Invasion. Was Amlan casting himself as a 'Jay Gatsby' of refugee-romance now?

COUNCIL: Your findings are rather superb, Satan.

AMLAN: "Bond...James Bond."

COUNCIL: You speak of this retirement expression for Brussels waffles (now?).

AMLAN: Good for Facebook, ok.

COUNCIL: Well, congrats for this work of capitalism adjectives.

AMLAN: Inferno cleats (thanx).

Satan's real discovery was Martine, whom instilled in him that image of humanity in times of war and profit-work. Diamonds were moving as they always had, but humans were moving differently now, and Amlan Satan, our protagonist prince of this tale of incomplete-bureaucracy arts, made his exam-eyes for Western embargo-impacts during crisis on the world fortune 'leviathan' of manmade monstrosities (for sport).

MARTINE: Yum, shrimp and asparagus with zest.

AMLAN: Told you Brussels was Paradise found.

MARTINE: Forget Crimea.

AMLAN: Who shouldn't (Facebook-like)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)