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– You will definitely come back. This bastard will soon be put on the criminal wanted list in many countries.

– He has a private plane; he will fly wherever he wants. Sultana was so hopelessly desperate to catch Arthur, for her he was invulnerable.

– I do not know how to assure you. But if we help each other, then things will go uphill. Amir was so penetrated by Sultana’s grief that he was ready to cry himself. – What happened next?

– Then I performed all over the capital. I was taken to banquets, cafes and restaurants. I became famous. At first, everything was fine. I had a house that Arthur rented for me. This house was guarded; it was safer for me myself. I had money, I sent most of it to my father, and I kept less for myself. Then I began to notice that I had imperceptibly turned into a prisoner. The guards literally chased me, and sometimes I just could not go to the store, they would not let me out. Then I began to receive less money, and eventually the connection with my father stopped. I became a prisoner, and one day I found out that I was flying to Russia. This news sent me into shock. I realized that this is the end. Sultana’s eyes were full of tears, and her voice was hoarse. And I decided to run. During my entire stay in Phnom Penh, I noticed that one of the guards who stand at the entrance to my house likes me. I managed to get him to talk, and he confessed his love to me and offered to run away together. Then he disappeared without a trace. Sultana could not stand it and burst into tears.