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– I went. The car drove away from the house; Igor stood at the entrance and felt the cold air burning his face. November came, and the first snowflakes were swirling in the air. Residents of Moscow were accustomed to such weather and rejoiced at the first snow. They did not feel the cold, unlike the people who came here from Asian countries. It was more difficult for them, and especially for Vina, who was now sitting in a closed room and dreaming of escape, as Sultana had once dreamed of it. Vina understood that her captivity was causing great harm to her lover, and she just dreamed of escaping and hiding in his arms. She was so disgusted that it happened to her. She considered herself so perfect, so close to him, that she did not even allow the thought that such a thing could happen to her. Vina knew that Arthur could keep the girls captive. But to be captured by herself, who would harm him, it humiliated her.

Igor returned to the apartment and entered the room where Vina was sitting and looked at him as an enemy. Igor came up to her and sat down next to her. – I will not touch you. I do not need you. Do you understand Russian? Vina nodded her head in agreement. But she didn’t understand Russian well. – We need a girl who is being held captive by Arthur. This girl is from a respected family, and she needs to be returned to the family. Do you understand me? Vina nodded her head. We will only get you back when Arthur gives her back to us. Vina sat quietly. She understood what was going on and tried not to resist. She also understood that Arthur was wrong to kidnap a young girl from the family, given that this girl was not of legal age. – I will untie your hands and feet, but you will sit still. Okay? Vina was silent all the time. She had not said a word in all that time. Igor took the ropes off her and left her alone in the room. He sighed heavily and closed the door. He was afraid that she would jump out of his second-floor window. And he left her at his own risk. Vina was not as risky and desperate as Sultana was, and continued to sit on the sofa and did not move.