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– Maybe you will stay with me again. I do not want to let you go.

– I would love to, but that is it, it is time to say goodbye. My stay in this city is ending.

– Let’s take a walk around Moscow at night today. Our city was decorated for the New Year. It’s so beautiful outside.

– To be honest, I am afraid to go outside. I have been locked up for more than a year and I have forgotten what freedom is.

– Well, it is time to remember. Do not be afraid. It is time to start living. Life is a holiday. Do not be afraid. Your father’s house has not been guarded for three days, so everything is fine. So let us go. Sultana could not believe that it was over, and reluctantly agreed.

– Come on.

Moscow at night was burning with bright lights. The city was completely decorated and ready for the New Year. Sultana was not accustomed to this climate, cold, snow, and such celebrations as the New Year in Moscow. She admired this evening beauty and quickly got tired of the flow of people and bright shop windows. They sat down on a bench.