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– Your dancer is lucky. If she managed to escape from this slave owner. Usually these girls do not survive. And those who survive, they don’t go to the police out of fear, they just hide well. Amir listened to the investigator’s words with bitterness. I will be happy to interrogate the victim. I understand she is considered dead, and she is well hidden.

– Yes, it is.

– You did the right thing. This will all remain between us. When can I question her?

– «She’s too weak right now, and she’s scared. She has been through a lot.

– I understand. I will be in touch, and the sooner I question her, the better. The next day, Amir went to the Sultan, and to his surprise, the girl looked well. She made friends with a nurse who spoke the same language with her, and the nurse managed to convince the Sultan that she was not in captivity. Amir came into the room and looked at her questioningly. There was a change in her beautiful eyes, fear disappeared from them, and Sultana looked questioningly at Amir. Sultana looked like a medical worker. She was wearing white trousers and a sweatshirt, this form of clothing suited her, and was combined with her skin color. Amir hesitantly stood at the front door and was afraid to go in.