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Ahmed and Amir came to the apartment that they once rented with Lesha. This apartment has long lost its peace, and it has turned from a quiet bachelor retreat into a guesthouse. Lyosha quietly tolerated these guests and did not show his displeasure. Of course, he did not like it, but he could not do anything and patiently waited for this story with the Sultan to finally end. – It is all because of this girl, he thought to himself. How good it was before she appeared. I am afraid I am going to have to move into a dorm soon.

– Dad, this is Ahmed. Sultana’s father.

– Very nice. Rashid said dryly. And he shook Ahmed’s hand. Rashid was by nature a strict person, even if he was very happy about something.

– Dad, Sultana ran away.

– «That’s what I was afraid of. He also said dryly.

– And what exactly is so terrible. It is good. We will find her ahead of Arthur and that is it.

– Yes. You are right. Rashid did not object to Amir, and took up the arrangement of the guest, who was standing in the doorway and did not dare to pass. Lyosha went to the institute with a dissatisfied look, as always before the usual time. – Come in. Do not be shy. Ahmed hesitantly walked into the apartment and sat on the edge of a chair, feeling embarrassed. Ahmed understood that he was not welcome here, but he was willing to put up with it for the sake of his daughter. He constantly apologized to Rashid, explaining everything by the fact that he had such a situation.