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– He was taken away. By ambulance. Gunshot wound. There was a long pause between each sentence, and Rashid was very angry, but kept his outward calm. After hearing these speeches, he did not wait for the continuation, turned around, and wanted to leave. – Where are you going?

– To my son.

– We thought you were a relative of the victims. You need to explain where you got the police car. The police did not know that a woman was involved here, Rashid decided to keep it a secret. —We are going to have to question you.

Rashid took a neutral position and invented a story to save his son and arouse suspicion on Arthur. – My son inherited the gift from me. He knows how to predict the future, reading the fate of people in the footsteps of their feet. I sent him to study in Moscow and exactly a year later one person began to force him to work for him. This man wanted Amir to help him in his dirty deeds. My son told me everything. After the refusal, he began to receive threats. The threats became more frequent and I had to come to Moscow to personally solve this problem. After my arrival, I personally became convinced that this man is a murderer and a dealer in human goods. His feet spoke about it. If you do not believe me, you can make sure of it. I have a dental clinic in my homeland in the city of Pakse, and I am known and respected there. My son is a good student, and he is known and respected at the institute. This Arthur made an appointment for him at this place, and my son went. But I was against it. You see the parental instinct. I called a taxi and followed him. My son left me an approximate address, and left before me. When I got here, I dismissed the taxi and went down, there was already a police car parked here. Everything shook inside me, and I went along these garages to look for the right garage. The door opened and I saw Amir get out, then the police got out of the car. A shot rang out and my son fell. I ran up to him while the police were firing at him. And I heard the car doors slam, I needed to apprehend my son’s murderers, and I took your official transport and started the pursuit. I called the ambulance and the police. I could not stop them, so I came back. With these words, Rashid finished his story.