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Despite the fact that Sultana was not well educated enough, she had the dexterity of mind that she inherited from her mother. But her main quality was the ability to eavesdrop, she could hear even what the walls could not hear. This girl was always silent, but her ears were the ears of the walls. Sultana realized that she had taken another life. It was this guard who shot at her father, and he missed and hit her in the shoulder. Sultana did not know this; she just thought that this guard was on her side. It was so; he missed on purpose, not wanting to kill an innocent, respected person. Sultana realized that she was bringing death, and this feeling made her disgusted with herself, it seemed to her that everyone around her was leaving her. The car brought her to Arthur’s private plane, and she was prematurely delivered to Moscow.

Moscow was preparing for the Day of knowledge. There was a week left until 1 September. Students stocked up on textbooks and notebooks, flower sellers received orders for bouquets. Lyosha and Amir were sitting in a pizzeria and enjoying the last days of the outgoing summer. – It is somewhat boring.