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Meanwhile, Sultana was in some abandoned apartment. With old furniture and no wallpaper on the walls. And if there was wallpaper somewhere, then they were places. This apartment has not been renovated since the construction of this house; the furniture was the same age. She realized that an elderly lonely grandfather lived in this apartment. His things and carelessness spoke about it, which was present everywhere. In addition to none this terrible furniture, his smell was everywhere and it was pleasant for her to sit on this furniture. Sultana walked around the apartment wrapped in a blanket. The heating season had not started yet and it was cold in the apartment. She had no connection with anyone. She could not jump from the balcony either, she just had to scream and call for help. But her mind told her that it was better not to do this. The girl was waiting for her salvation, and was sure that it would come.

Amir returned home. – That classes have already been held.

– «I saw his legs.