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– Well, you see. Nothing happened. You are not being followed anymore.

– Thank you for reminding me! Otherwise, I relaxed. The interlocutor laughed.

– Will you come to us again? Sultana’s mood changed abruptly.

– No. She replied dryly.

– It is just that you got here in such conditions that you have many unpleasant memories. Many tourists love Moscow, and not only tourists.

– No. I just want to go home and that is it. With these words, Sultana got up from the bench and looked at the sky. The sky was covered with white clouds.

– It is for the snow. Did you even like the snow? Sultana took the snowflake in her hands. – Make a wish. And it will definitely come true. And Rose sang a song about a snowflake. Sultana held a snowflake in her fist and did not want to open her palm. After listening to the song, she opened her palm and blew on the melted snowflake.

– How great! It started snowing. It was light. White thin snowflakes swirled in the air and fell on Sultana’s beautiful, long hair. Rosa also had long hair, but not as long as Sultana’s did. Snowflakes looked beautiful on black. And the girls looked at their beauty on their hair. Sultana did not want to return to the apartment, or even to her father. She wanted to walk until morning. This snowfall lifted her spirits and Rosa, noticing this, decided to arrange a holiday for her. They skipped all night and returned home in the morning. This night was the last night that Sultana spent in the company of Rosa. In the morning, it was time to say goodbye and Sultana almost burst into tears.