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– The only question that arises is how to get her out of this building. We need to bury someone instead of her.

– To bury someone, you need to bring someone into this building.

– «Gee. But we’ll figure something out. Stay in touch. With these words, Igor left.

– Morning is coming soon, and I will leave this building. And you too. What do we intend to do with it?

– I understand. But me too, what should I do? If she is found, she will be handed over to the police, and then she is definitely a khan. Amir paced nervously from side to side. His only refuge was Igor, who did not call. Dawn was coming.

Sultana came to her senses and understood, and having understood what was the matter, mentally thanked the driver who helped her to escape. She was still pretending to be dead and trying to eavesdrop on something. Sultana no longer trusted anyone and was on her own. She was alarmed by the fact that Amir was Asian as well as she was, and the fact that he was there at such a difficult moment did not cause her to trust him. Sultana thanked heaven that she managed to survive and God gave her life. Her body lay among these bereaved corpses, and yet she understood that if God had given her life, then she would be saved and live.