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His people were notified of his recovery, his loyal dogs rejoiced. Women murmured at the sky and poured curses on his head. Only Vina thanked God and prayed for his health.

Left alone in the ward, Arthur tried to remember the latest events. A car ride popped up in his memory, but he could not remember why and where he was being taken. Arthur went into his phone book and began to look at the latest calls, but did not dare to call. He wanted to remember everything by himself in the smallest details. His premonition told him that his affairs were bad, and it was so. His affairs were very bad. He called one of his loyal people. And his faithful dog Jamal came running to his call— – Tell me how I got here.

– It is all because of this girl. It was her you were taking to sell for one night. And this driver of yours seems to have betrayed you. He escaped. We cannot find him anywhere.

«I knew it. From overexertion, a vein swelled on his face, and he felt worse. He lay down. His health condition was actually severe. Arthur was sick and weak. There was a stubble on his face; Arthur had not shaved all these days. And the imprint of the disease added wrinkles. His appearance was not very good. His habit of combing his hair back with his left hand has remained unchanged, for all these days his hair has taken a funny shape and Arthur looked like a lion after a fight. – This girl is stealing my best people. My driver was one of the best, I trusted him, he went through so much with me, and was able to fall under her spell. When I get out of here, I will personally finish her off.