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– What business could we have together?
– Remember what I promised you?.. Weight loss powder!
– Oh, Aman-Jalilik! My good, handsome one, let me kiss your little nose.
– I don't want a nose kiss, kiss me on the lips.
– You're not grown up enough for lip kisses yet, grow up first! How much money do you need?
– Five coins!
– Oh, that's expensive!
– Love is the only thing that's free.
– Ugh, hooligan!
– Princess!
– Okay, bring the powder.
– Go, get the money ready, I'll bring it to you…
Dilber went to her room, and just then Husayn, pale as chalk from agitation, rushed in with two boxes of powder.
– Here… Brought it.
– Hide, I'll call you…
Aman-Jalil knocked on Dilber's door and entered. Dilber pretended to read, but as soon as Aman-Jalil entered the room, the book was tossed aside. The prepared money lay on the table.
– How does the powder work?… How do you take it?
– Box for a week. Two powders a day, a kilogram down…
– Can you try it right away?
– You can, just need to lie down… Try it, I want to see how noticeable your weight loss will be… Or maybe it won't work for you, then I'll refund the money right away, eh!
Dilber hastily, greedily swallowed two powders and lay down on the couch. The powders took effect instantly, and she fell deeply asleep. Aman-Jalil cracked the door open and whistled. Husayn rushed in, seeing Dilber lying there, froze at the door.
– Why are you standing there like a statue? – Aman-Jalil whispered mockingly.
– I don't know what to do, – Husayn stammered.
– I don't either, let's think, – Aman-Jalil admitted his lack of preparedness, – first, let's undress her…
He clumsily began to undress Dilber. Husayn trembled like a leaf. Aman-Jalil stripped Dilber completely and inspected her body with interest.
– Why are you frozen, like a statue? – he addressed Husayn.
– I'm ashamed…
– Alright, I won't look at you, just undress.
Aman-Jalil turned away from Husayn and eagerly, with desire to see her body, so much so that his trousers swelled like a sail. Husayn shyly undressed, leaving only knee-length underwear, approached the divan, and hesitated.
– What next?
– Take off your underwear.
– No way!..
– Fool, the underwear will get in the way… Alright, lie down next to me.
– I prefer by the wall.
– Planning to make love to the wall?
– I can't with you…
– Fine, I'll leave. Call me if you need help…
Aman-Jalil stepped out onto the veranda. From his apartment, he heard Ismail Pasha's voice, who as usual had come to visit his mother. His mother wasn't home yet; she had gone to bathe, and queues were enormous everywhere. Hearing Ismail Pasha's voice, Aman-Jalil peeked into Dilber's room. Upon hearing Husayn crying loudly, he entered the room and firmly closed the door. Husayn lay next to Dilber, sobbing uncontrollably.
– Not a virgin? – Aman-Jalil asked with curiosity.
– It's not working for me, – Husayn whimpered.
– Silly, crying won't turn you into a child again, – Aman-Jalil sat on the divan. – Listen, drink two powders, sleep for an hour, you'll gain strength. Sleep refreshes and calms, my mother always says that…
Husayn eagerly drank two powders and instantly fell asleep. Aman-Jalil quickly undressed and took possession of Dilber.
– Virgin! – he grinned satisfactorily.
When Aman-Jalil got off the divan, he saw Ismail Pasha standing in the doorway.
– Sharing her together? – Ismail Bey couldn't take his eyes off Dilber's body.
– No, I'm alone, he can't do it.
– Have you been at this long?
– First time, I swear!
– Is she asleep?
– The powder worked… If you want, you can be second.
– Go, stand watch! – Ismail Bey trembled with desire.
– Twenty coins!
– What?.. That's steep!
– A young one on the street corner costs fifty. Here, you'll be second, I swear on my father.
– Fine, here, extortionist.
– Insulting me. You've still got thirty coins in your pocket…
Aman-Jalil jingled the coins in his pocket satisfactorily and went out onto the veranda to stand watch… Little flies swarmed over a drop of jam that had somehow landed on the windowsill. The burgeoning generation densely surrounded the sweet treat. Aman-Jalil fetched a rubber band and with three snaps created a bloody massacre at the feast.
He then practiced shooting flies in mid-air… Hearing his mother's voice as she returned from the bath, Aman-Jalil knocked on Dilber's door and cautiously peeked inside. Ismail Bey was hastily dressing. Aman-Jalil slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he saw Ismail Bey doing something to Husayn. Aman-Jalil approached closer. Ismail Bey was smearing Dilber's blood onto Husayn.
– What are you doing?
– And he decided to marry her? Let him marry, we'll help him, people should help each other, what do you think, son?
– I still want to, but you should leave, mother's here, you'll leave her with nothing today.
– You don't know your mother well, young man!
Ismail Bey mischievously stepped outside, leaving Aman-Jalil with Dilber…
Later that evening, Dilber's parents caught their shameless daughter in Husayn's embrace; they were asleep. A wedding had to be arranged. Husayn was so happy, so overjoyed, he embraced Aman-Jalil and swore eternal friendship to him…
Aman-Jalil poured tea into the cups and pondered how to get out of this tea-drinking.
– Go, bring me… – he ordered the driver, – French cognac. Men need cognac for such meetings. Let the women drink tea; we'll warm up differently.
The driver was eager. Hoping to get a drink himself, he hastily carried out the task. But Sardar Kareem refused the cognac.
– I don't drink wine!
– Oh, what a devout Muslim you are! Give a few coins to the mullah; he'll absolve all your sins for the next week.
– I don't go to the mullah.
– Well, that's not good; you don't want to drink with a friend.
– I prefer tea; you yourself said we've never had anything like this…
Nevertheless, Aman-Jalil poured him cognac despite any objections.
– Leave it there; if you want, you can drink it.
But Sardar Kareem didn't touch the cognac and continued drinking tea.
– Top quality! – he complimented, taking a sip.
– Drink up; I have plenty. If you want, I'll leave a pack for you.
Aman-Jalil and the driver toasted "to the health of those present." Meanwhile, Sardar Kareem, the widow, and her daughter drank tea… but not for long. Soon, the sleeping draught took effect. Aman-Jalil looked at the sprawled bodies with satisfaction. The driver froze in horror.
– Did you poison them? – he asked Aman-Jalil in a hoarse voice.
– Nonsense, I swear by my father! Can't you hear the widow snoring?
– I see! – the driver sighed calmly.
– I see that you fancy her too; take her, take her to another room, do whatever you want with her for half an hour, then dress her as she was, and come to me with the camera…
The driver carried the widow to the neighboring room. Aman-Jalil slowly undressed Gulshan and violently assaulted her unfeeling body, then quickly undressed Sardar Ali, placed him next to the widow's daughter, and smeared blood on him: "Now say you didn't harm the little girl." Sardar Kareem groaned in his sleep. "Moan, moan; you'll cry in the morning." Aman-Jalil froze, staring greedily at Gulshan's exposed beauty. "Take her to the city?.. No, it's dangerous; she might say something wrong and ruin everything, they'll remove Sardar Ali, then I'll try." But his eyes avidly caressed the exposed, disgraced body of the underage girl.
The driver entered the room holding the dressed widow.
Aman-Jalil hissed quietly:
– Fool, I told you to bring the camera, not the widow. Leave her in the neighboring room quietly and quickly come back with the camera; mine's getting cold, and the nights aren't warm, you understand.
The driver hurried. Gently placing the widow in the adjacent room, he dashed to the car for the camera. When he returned, Aman-Jalil hissed at him again:
– Fool, how will you take pictures in the dark? Are you a troublemaker?
The driver looked at the three burning candles in the antique candlestick and realized there was indeed little light. Attaching a flash to the camera was a matter of minutes…
Aman-Jalil posed in various positions, every trick he had learned in his life, with Gulshan's and Sardar Ali's naked, motionless bodies, while the obedient driver carefully photographed them. He had been obedient since childhood, and obedient people, as he had learned, lived well. He was ordered to carry out any task by this youth; he did so. He was told to keep an eye on him in both eyes; he did.
The driver finished the roll, but Aman-Jalil made him load a second cassette.
– Keep shooting, don't be lazy. What if the first roll is spoiled, we'll ruin everything; there are dangerous Sicilian men and troublemakers abroad, only dreaming of harming our mountainous state.
The driver obediently loaded and clicked the second cassette. His eyes lit up at Gulshan; he moved towards her, but Aman-Jalil sent him to the widow.
– Don't get attached! The widow is a person too, deserving of tenderness; how she treats us, listen.
The driver, glancing angrily, which was not visible in the darkness, obediently went to the widow, while Aman-Jalil blew out the candles and for an hour warmed Gulshan's chilled body.
– What beauty, – Aman-Jalil rejoiced, – does this pathetic vilayat deserve such a beauty? I won't leave here!
Sensing it was time to leave, he kissed her soft lips once more, hungrily and for a long time, and suddenly felt a reciprocal kiss. Aman-Jalil, holding his breath, dressed in the dark and, quietly whistling to the driver, left the house for the courtyard. The large southern stars winked playfully at him; at first, the moon was not visible, but then it crawled out of the clouds, illuminating the path to the car. Dressing on the go, the driver rushed out of the house, then dove back in to emerge with the camera and flash in hand, silently hiding everything in the car, avoiding looking at Aman-Jalil, angry with him, and sitting behind the wheel, almost silently leaving the village.
"I realized in the dark that it was him. Only his thin but hot lips could have been, only he could have bitten as if he wanted to suck out his soul. He sucked it out, damn it; it hurts in the lower abdomen, I'll never know the very first feeling of intimacy. What will happen next, I don't know, maybe nothing, maybe a new life, not only for me but also for me. Poisoned, damned, "tea from the country of Ind," from the country of devas, faster… What will I tell my mother?… But nothing, swearing won't fix anything, there's no Gulshan and there never will be… But he'll be back! His eyes are so firmly attached that he won't be able to live far from me for long… So I won't tell my mother anything, I'll wait, what else is left, not to hang myself, not to be the first, not to be the last, if my father was alive, but without a protector… Yes, and where did Sardar Kareem go?… Ah… he also drank this damned tea, lying somewhere without memory… I need to sleep. In the morning, I'll decide: how to be, it wouldn't hurt to consult with my mother, but… Sleep!.. Sleep… "
"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."
