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The plane that took off from Poipet Airport arrived in Moscow, and Ahmed and Amir were descending the ramp. Meanwhile, the driver came to his senses and lay down on the sofa. His head hurt terribly and he could not remember anything. So he lay for another day. Sultana was waiting for her father and Amir. She considered him her friend and could not even admit the thought that a guy like Amir would pay attention to a girl like her. The people who picked her up at the bus stop sheltered sultan. It turned out that they were from the same city, and they had something to talk about.

– If you managed to escape so many times, then you will be saved now. Especially since your father is coming. It will be much easier for you.

– Yes. God is kind to me. The main thing is that this Arthur does not kill my father.

«Your father is as lucky as you are. Therefore, you will be fine. Wait for your happiness, and it will come soon. Sultana actually felt safe. Her soul was calm, and she was waiting for her father’s arrival.