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– You see, I am not mentally ready. I do not know, maybe something will change in a year, and I will marry her. Lyosha laughed.

– I have the same thing, I would also get married, but I am not ready.

– We are still just young. We need to grow up! Lyosha continued to laugh.

– Here! Clever words. We need to go to a restaurant and look at oriental beauties.

– What restaurant?

– Opening soon! An Oriental fairy tale! There will be such a beauty performing there. I forgot her name. And, in my opinion, the Sultan. I saw an advertisement, there is such a girl.

– Yes, a woman with that name should be a Sultana, not a dancer. Amir thought about it.

– What are you thinking about?

– You know, Sultana. Such a name is just fascinating.

– So we’re going?

– Yes! Let us go! When is the opening?

– In September. Do you want me to show you a minute-long video of her dancing, though you cannot see her face?

– No. I want to see her live myself. Amir pronounced these words so sternly that Lyosha even froze.

– Have you already fallen in love after hearing the name?