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– Dad, he has it.

– I know. Rashid replied dryly.

– Will she be killed?

– Not now. Rashid also replied dryly.

– Dad, what should I do?

– You decided to save this girl. Save me.

A black foreign car drove up to Amir’s house and waited for him to come out. Amir was not going to come out. He was sitting on the sofa and resting his head on his hands, lost in thought.

– It is time for your lectures.

– I cannot study right now.

– You also cannot skip a year of study. Why did you come here? After the words were spoken, Amir got up from the sofa, put on his jacket and left. Lyosha left an hour earlier, he always tried to come on time, and despite his wild lifestyle, he was a diligent student. Amir came out of the entrance and saw a car waiting for him, the door slammed, and the car quickly drove away.

– You made the right decision. Now you work for me. With these words, Arthur took out his phone and showed a photo of Sultana, where she was again in captivity. – You see, my people are everywhere, my power is unlimited. If you do your job well, then I will save not only you, but also your friend’s life.