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Meanwhile, Arthur was not happy that Sultana’s father was still alive. They are just damn lucky. Her father literally manages to get away from bullets, and his daughter even manages to escape from the morgue. It is like a paradox. Well, how is it? Arthur was pacing around the office and smoking a pipe. «Bring me some coffee.» He bellowed through the door. —I’ll kill him myself.» I will settle things here and kill this father, this girl. I know whose handiwork it is. I will kill all three of them. No them, no problem. First her father, then him, and then her, when there will be no one to intercede for her. Coffee was brought to him, and he sat down in an armchair. I know how to pin this palmist to the wall. This predictor will get his.

Amir came as soon as he was invited. Arthur greeted him with a satisfied smile. And he behaved extremely politely. – How are you doing? Amir shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment, sensing something not good. He knew the man’s future steps, and so far, everything was going well, Amir was calm. The only thing he wanted to know was the location of Sultana. – How was your studies?