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– It is impossible to talk to you. It was the first time Amir had spoken to his father in such a tone. Rashid was understanding and did not say anything. At the airport, they said goodbye as usual, Amir hugged and kissed his father. His mother had changed since the day of his arrival, Amir could not understand this change, and thought it was something feminine. The plane arrived in Moscow, where his friend joyfully greeted him.

– You have finally arrived. I am already tired of hanging out here without you.

– And why didn’t you go to your home?

– Went for a couple of weeks. There is nothing to do there. Amir gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Tell me how you spent the summer.

– You will not believe it, but I am a betrothed groom now!

– How is that?

– And that is it. My dad was engaged. He found me an imperfectly summer bride and arranged a matchmaking.

– «Gee!

– And how? Are you happy?

– «Are you kidding me?» Although, the bride is pretty, and will be a great wife.

– So what are you getting lost for? Marry her.