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«It’s him, it’s him,» she babbled. «Who would have thought it,» she persisted.
– Who? Nazakyat asked, half asleep.
– the guy we stole 3 pieces from. Tourist.
– what tourist? – Nazakyat did not understand.
– Yes, who did not want to spend the night with his aunt in the same room.
Nazakyat gradually began to remember. Indeed, there was one. He spoke Russian. Stayed the night. Was it really Leila who pulled out the money from him, as it turned out, the last one was not his? Nazakyat blushed to the tips of her gray hair. If earlier their «fishing» with Leila caused her genuine laughter and interest, now she was ready to sink through the ground.
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