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Until late at night Sardar Kareem was transcribing Ahmed's sins onto paper, describing in detail each case, providing dates, facts, and the names of witnesses. Only once did he interrupt his comforting work: he ate a piece of stale churek with cheese and drank water from the tap. And then he wrote again, trying not to miss anything and to facilitate the subsequent work of Iosif Besarionis's inquisition. Sardar Kareem did not miss a single detail, his hand grew tired, groaned, so much he wrote, there was never so much in his life. But as soon as he wrote it down, he fell asleep with a sense of duty fulfilled and instantly slept soundly, the heavy sleep of a very tired person…

All the time Sardar Kareem was writing in his room, in the adjacent room Aman-Jalil was with his gangsters, bored, gnawing on chocolate tiles with nuts, a fine product from the shores of Columbus, washing down the delicacy with raw water from the tap, emitting an unpleasant smell of chlorine… One of the gangsters sat on the bedside table, pressing an empty glass against the thin partition, serving as a wall and separating the two rooms, listening to what Sardar Kareem was doing, another sat on a chair by the door, from time to time stretching, and the third was sitting in the wide, unloved bed, and with the usual thoughts, he inspected the girls from the front.

In the early hours, one of the henchmen picked the lock on Sardar Ali's door, and all three silently entered the room. Sardar Kareem was fast asleep, worn out by the road and his worries. Aman-Jalil poured chloroform from a flask onto a handkerchief and, nodding to the henchmen, pressed it to Sardar Ali's face. Meanwhile, the henchmen held Sardar Ali's arms and legs. After a few struggles, Sardar Kareem went still. Aman-Jalil surveyed the room and, seeing papers on the table, approached and started reading.

– He wrote quite a lot! – the henchman who had quietly come up to the table remarked.

Aman-Jalil quickly hid the papers in his briefcase, took out some photos—ones where Gulshan's face wasn't visible, only her naked body, yet anyone would recognize Sardar Ali in the naked man—and tossed them onto the table. He then retrieved a blank sheet of white paper from his briefcase and instructed the henchman: