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– It is I. Sultana sat in the back seat and looked in the mirror when she saw Igor’s eyes. Igor greeted her in a friendly way.

– So we met in peacetime. I am glad it is over. Sultana did not have the courage to ask in front of her father what had happened to Amir. She decided to rely on her eavesdropping skills and waited for the right moment to hear what she needed. They arrived; Igor accompanied them everywhere, like a faithful servant. He assisted them right up to the departure, and they had exactly two weeks left before departure. On this day, no one talked about anything and Sultana was left with nothing.

This morning, the circumstances were such that Rashid did not leave the apartment for a long time, having been a temporary interpreter for Ahmed, and Lyosha and Lilya were left alone. No one was prepared for such circumstances. Lilya went into the kitchen and saw Lyosha sitting in an armchair. He quickly got up and bombarded her with questions, what did she want? Lilya did not understand Russian well, but she was able to understand what was being said. Smiling, she went into the room. Lyosha remained sitting in his chair, and not wanting her to leave, he decided to bring her coffee. He is used to communicating with easily accessible girls. They were mostly friends from the cafe. But there was a whole goddess sitting in front of him, which he could not touch, he did not know what to talk about with her, and it was also impossible to talk to her. Lyosha just lived with her under the same roof, and admired her beauty, if you can say so through the glass. He just lost his mind, and this guy couldn’t just breathe calmly anymore. He brought her a cup of coffee into the room, and after standing for a while in silence, he went to his place of residence. Now the kitchen has become his permanent habitat. Lyosha decided so himself, and it was so convenient for him to sleep here, eat, watch TV, and even sometimes Lilya came into the kitchen, and he had a chance to look at her. He did it stealthily so that no one would notice his liking for this girl. Lyosha was so confused; everything he did seemed so funny and clumsy. Lilya was laughing like a child. She was a child. Now the day of her parents’ arrival was coming.

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