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– I will help you.

– What? The man also looked at him nervously, as for the first time in the bar when Amir tried to examine him.

– I want to help you.

– In what way?

– Listen to me. You should accept my help in your situation. Then see for yourself. Amir told him about his gift. And he offered to test it in practice.

– OK. The man also spoke nervously. But if you’re lying to me, then I’ll find you. Amir’s heart was pounding wildly; he remained calm and was confident in his abilities. They arrived at the man’s house, and Amir carefully examined his legs. The feet of this man’s feet were small, his legs were as neat as he was, this man was not tall, but very attractive. He was young, about thirty-five years old, of a thin, strong build, dark-skinned, with a clear contour of eyes and thick black hair neatly arranged back. Amir examined his legs for a long time and carefully, saying nothing.

– Your close friend works for your opponent. These words dealt a strong blow to this man and his forehead was covered with sweat. You have a big leak of information and with it the loss of large sums.