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– Well, do not cry, girl. We will see you again. Sultana understood that this was the end. The end of her stay in Moscow and of course her acquaintance with Amir. She hid this pain deep, where no one has access, and a mask of happiness was put on her face. Sultana smiled as best she could, the girl knew how to do it, because she once did it for the audience. The three of them had breakfast, Sultana, Ahmed and Rosa. Rosa’s husband always left early and arrived late. But sometimes he could spend the whole day at home in the middle of the week. Sultana did not dare to ask what he was doing, but this family was quite rich. – I hope our acquaintance does not end there. And will we see you again?

– Of course. My daughter was lucky. Allah sends her good friends. Here in our capital Phnom Penh, she met her family, and we became friends. Now we have friends in Moscow.

– So we are glad to have guests. But do not forget that we are fellow countrymen and we will see each other often. We are from the same city.