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Meanwhile, Jamal tried to break down the door to the apartment from which Sultana escaped. He could not do it and had to cut out the lock. The workers opened the door, and Zhamal saw a terrible picture. The walls of the corridor were stained with blood, and a man with half-open eyes was lying on the sofa in the room. He died of bleeding, and his dead body lay for a day.

– «I’ll kill her myself. He shouted, the workers came out to the site in horror and waited for instructions. – I will avenge you, and he covered the eyes of the deceased. Jamal dialed Arthur’s number and reported the situation.

Arthur, so carried away by his love, completely forgot about his problems and has not called anyone for exactly a day. The phone call completely turned the whole morning upside down. Arthur was angry. – She managed to escape again. He was clenching his hands into fists and shaking with anger. His face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged. «Damn the day I didn’t kill her. Vina looked at him with eyes full of fear. She still could not figure out whom it was about. But I understood that about the murder and the woman who was supposed to be killed. – Jamal. You are the only one I can rely on. Find her and kill her. Without any ceremony.