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"When I woke up, I lay for a long time and couldn't understand: where am I?… I thought I was sleeping and dreaming. Children, when they dream that they are already awake, wet the bed. But I'm not a boy anymore, the head of the family… I told my wife yesterday that I would be with guests, so she wouldn't wait, she always worries when I'm late… So what happened in the evening?… We drank tea… yes, tea, and then immediately sleep… Ahmed! His work: he sent a boy to me so that I wouldn't suspect anything. The boy will go far, what a scoundrel, oh, what a scoundrel… Then I immediately realized that something very terrible had happened. I struggled to sit up, so sleepy, my head was heavy, like a kettle of water, and saw Gulshan naked, naked, even though she was covered with a blanket… And when I saw blood on myself, I immediately understood whose blood it was and who was to blame… Poor girl. May Allah see, I didn't want this, but because of me, they ruined your life. Ahmed stumbled, if he uses such dirty tricks. Does he really think he can break me with this?.. Today I will go to the capital, to the palace, to the emir's palace."

Ahmed admired the presented "evidence."

– Look at these pictures, no, just look at them, – he suggested to Aman-Jalil, as if to an outsider. – Titian, Renoir… Listen, did you forge them?

– What do you mean, boss?

– They take a picture of a hooker with a pimp, then paste the faces of the ones they need onto them, and shoot a second exposure?

– I haven't dealt with that yet, boss, sorry, I'm young, I'll learn, but the photos are fresh and real, like those peaches you received, like those grenades, figs, and grapes…

– I believe you've paid honestly.

– Don't worry, chief, everything's by the book officially, but of course, a gift from your admirers, more so from admirers of your talent, from those who follow your path and are happy that it's you leading them.

– Did you get anything for yourself?

– Just a little: a small crate of peaches, an even smaller crate of grapes, a very tiny crate of grenades, and figs, it's embarrassing to say, a tiny one, the driver took a bit too, because of his broad shoulders, hardly noticeable…