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The police arrived with lightning speed, sometimes the police came to believe Ahmed’s safety and inquire about his affairs. The police broke into the house together with the attackers. Fortunately, the killer managed to escape, and the driver was detained. Ahmed sat drooping, and no longer thanked heaven for being alive— – When will all this end. When the day comes and my torment ends.

– Soon. With these words, the man who entered his house presented his documents.

– Your daughter is alive.

– «Alive?»

– Yes. And you’ll see each other soon.

– Who are you?

– Your daughter is in Russia now. Very soon, she will be free, and you will need to help her get back. Since she does not have a passport. I cannot tell you everything now, I have fulfilled my mission, and it is time for me to return to my homeland.

The arrested driver was taken to the police station and was awaiting interrogation. Meanwhile, Jamal called Arthur and told him everything. He was instructed to kill the driver by any means so that he would not have time to tell anything. Jamal started to execute immediately. The police were sure that the man taken was their trump card, and they would be able to use him to take Arthur. The door of the prison cell opened with a creek, and another detainee was pushed into it. – Now you are not alone. Stay quiet. The door slammed shut and footsteps could be heard retreating. Jamal did a great job. When the time came for the interrogation, the driver turned out to be dead. His neighbor justified himself by saying that it was an accident during a fight.