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Amir did not dare to look into the eyes of this girl. He left the office like a drunk. His mind was not working. He barely came home and told his father everything. – Dad, what should I do?

– You started all this, you figure it out.

– Help me. Why didn’t I see this? I would not allow it.

– Because Lilya is your destiny, and you cannot read your destiny.

– Dad, I do not love her.

– «But she’s willing to die for you.»

– Why do I need all this? Rashid sighed heavily.

– Call the police. To his investigator. He has to help.

– I have exactly one day. After dialing the number, Amir asked him to come.

Meanwhile, Sultana wasted no time. She studied Russian, Aunt Rosa helped her with this, and Sultana taught her the dances that she knew how to dance. Her days passed serenely. Sultana kept in touch with her father and it seemed that she was happy. But she was burdened by the feeling she had for Amir. Sultana drove this feeling away. I did not want to admit to myself that I fell in love, and I hid this feeling deep, deep. She thought that Amir would not want to connect his life with a dancer, and this feeling was killing her. She wanted so much to cuddle up to her father and tell him everything, but Sultana was strong and did not show her pain. Instead, she laughed, spoke broken Russian, and danced. The dance healed her pain, especially since the audience was in the past, Sultana danced with pleasure, and her only spectator was Aunt Rosa. Sometimes she danced alone, and she liked it.