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Rashid arrived at the scene. In his heart, he hoped to hear that his son was alive. That Amir is just wounded. But the lines of his life he saw told a different story. – Here it has come true, this prediction, he thought. It is probably better not to know what will happen tomorrow. Nothing can be changed anyway. You cannot run away from fate. Rashid got out of the car and walked slowly to the garage.

– Who are you?

– I am the father of the murdered man.

– There you go. The police pointed to two corpses that were covered with a canvas. They decided that he was a relative of one of the murdered police officers. Coming closer to the two lying bodies, Rashid realized that his son was not here, and held on as best he could. His appearance and inner state were opposite. Rashid turned and headed to the place where his son had been lying not long ago. But he was not allowed to this place.

– Where is he?

– Who? Who are you looking for?

– My son. He was here. Is he alive? The police officer looked closely at Rashid’s face, wondering at the similarity.