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– Don’t lie to me. Is he your reason for being sad? There was silence in response. – Everything is clear. You do not have to go on. I will try to find out something.

– Don’t do anything. I am flying home. That is enough. My mission here is over.

– First, do the documents. Then you will see. Everything will work out, by itself. The time for the production of documents calmed the Sultan, and she perked up a little. Recently, Sultana dreamed of leaving this city, and now sadness has entered her heart. She could not explain it to herself, but she was sad at such a joyful hour. Sultan’s father stopped by to pick her up and make a temporary passport. During their stay in Moscow, it was their first meeting with their father.

Ahmed has not seen his daughter for more than a year. Except for the day, she was abducted in her hometown of Poipet. During this time, Sultana has changed a lot. She became more mature, more courageous, and stronger. This was no longer the same girl who had once left his house. At the sight of Sultana, Ahmed doubted for a moment that this was his daughter. – Is that you, Sultana? Sultana raised her lush eyelashes and was afraid to look into her father’s eyes, but she plucked up the courage and did it.