The hotel lift gently levelled out and a muffled ding sounded. The doors slid back.
What Moses Swaibu saw next has stayed with him ever since.
"We were going to the room at the end of the corridor," he says.
"I just remember that colour red, it was a really royal type of colour.
"And the place smelled expensive, you took a breath in and it was like 'damn this environment ain't how outside is'. It felt like a film set."
Swaibu, having drunk a whisky cocktail for courage in the bar, was at The May Fair hotel in central London, walking towards the biggest decision of his life.