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– This is not my fiance. Sultana was denied.

– I saw this guy, and I understood everything. Do not lie to yourself. Rosa brought things home and Sultana chose what she liked. She did not know where Rosa got them. Sultana kept a few things that she just needed. – Take more. Take this, and this. And the hospitable hostess threw dresses at her. It was so inconvenient for Sultana to take all this. She felt like a freeloader. – Don’t be afraid to take it. If they give it, then you have to take it. Sultana smiled happily. She was pleased to feel such an attitude towards herself, and she really liked to dress beautifully. Sultana liked to have many clothes in her closet, change outfits. She had all this when she worked as a dancer in her homeland. Sultana remembered those carefree times when she was so young, so pure, so naive. When grief had not yet touched her. Sultana accepted these things with great joy, took them to her room, and put them on the bed. The girl lived in the same room with the owner of this apartment, and they became friends. This woman’s name was Rosa, she was about the same age as Ahmed, and Sultana lovingly called her Aunt Rosa.