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– OK. I have one more question.

– Which one?

– I would like to go outside at least sometimes, to be on the hospital grounds for at least twenty minutes.

– «Do you even know what you’re saying?» You are practically dead. If they see you, then everyone will end, including this clinic that sheltered you. Amir did not notice how he raised his voice to Sultana and Sultana looked at him sadly. – I am sorry. He said softening up.

– Yes. You are right. I was just daydreaming.

– OK. Go for a walk. Let everyone see you.

– No one will see me. I will go out the back door; I will be wearing a medical mask and a hood. I will be like a medical worker.

– «You’ve already thought of everything. Well done. Who is helping you, your nurse, with whom you are friends? Do not forget that she can be dangerous, too. You had better trust me more than her. With these words, Amir, offended, silently left the ward. Sultana sat down on the edge of the bed in thought.

Amir walked in thought over the lines of Sultana’s fate that he had seen. «Whatever that means.» Either I have lost the gift, or her fate is closely intertwined with mine. But how? What if I tell my father about it? I will test my gift first. When he got home, he examined Lyosha’s legs. – Well, that is quite another thing.