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– Why are you crying? What happened?

– Are you here? And I didn’t notice. Nothing. I just remembered some episodes from my life.

– Tell me what happened to you? You can trust me, no one will know about it.

– Thank you. Maybe I will tell you in time, but not today. Leave me alone. Do not be afraid, I will not get into the water.

– OK. Whatever you say. With these words, Mansur left. The wine was left alone. She lay down on the sand and closed her eyes. The ocean was calm. The air is not the same as in the capital of Russia. Vina missed this place so much. Not far from this secret corner, there was the very guesthouse that the late Zhamal did not have time to inherit. Vina did not know anything about it. She just sat on the sand and crossed her arms watching the illumination of the lanterns that shone in the distance and illuminated the facade of the building.

– Where can I get such a sum of money? A plan had matured in her beautiful head, but she did not have such a sum of money to bring all these ideas to life. The next morning, Vina was sitting and drinking coffee in the very restaurant where she had once danced, and Arthur noticed her. The girl was looking at one point and was immersed in her thoughts. She could not see anything around her. Even the way a man with a scar on his left cheek was looking at her, and a hood covered his face.