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– Hi. You look good. Sultana smiled back.

– Thank you.

– Can I come in?

– Yes. Come on in. Amir walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

– How are you doing?

– I am much better.

– I could not come to you yesterday. I was at lectures, then at the investigators. The investigator wants to talk to you. This is necessary for the case to expose Arthur. The police cannot just arrest this man, they need an assistant. We will become these assistants. You will help the police, and I will help you. Okay? Sultana smiled back. So you agree. The investigator will come tomorrow and he will interrogate you. You will have to tell me everything you know. And everything that happened to you. It is very important.

– «When can I talk to my father?»

– At the moment, it is very dangerous, mainly for him. Your call can be calculated and then everything is gone. Sultana sadly lowered her eyes to the floor and did not say anything in response. Amir left quietly, closing the door behind him. Sultana was left alone. She came to life, felt the taste of life. Her father was alive, and it meant a lot to her. She felt safe, and the only thing she lacked was to tell her father that she was all right. Sultana listened to Amir’s words and decided not to violate her father’s safety. Amir was so concerned about Sultana’s condition that he still did not dare to examine her legs to see the lines of her fate. It should have been done back then in the morgue. Then everything happened so quickly, so unexpectedly. That he just could not do it. Now he considered it not a suitable occasion, and not realizing that the time was lost, he slowly returned to his home.