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Ahmed called. The secretary entered.

– Did Aman-Jalil leave? Bring him back immediately.

The secretary disappeared… After a while, during which Ahmed sat as if hypnotized, staring at one spot, Aman-Jalil entered.

– Listen carefully, jigit: do you know what your first task in the inquisition will be?

– What is it, boss!

– The Gyarov case!

Aman-Jalil was silent.

– Why so quiet?

– I'm calculating.

– Money?

– Time!

Ahmed looked at Aman-Jalil with surprise, and he hastened to explain.

– How much time I'll need for it.

– How much?

– About a month.

– Why don't you ask why?

– Orders aren't discussed.

– He's your own uncle.

– I've known him since childhood; you can't stop someone like him: can't bribe him, can't scare him… Killing him now is out of the question, they'll say it's "terror"!.. So I need a month to prepare everything…

…Wazir looked at Aman-Jalil with pity as he indulged in his favorite pastime: shooting flies. Aman-Jalil's eyes gleamed with the success of his hunt, fingers and rubber band stained with blood.

– What kind of monster have you become, boy?

– A passing young man!

– What kind, what kind?

– My grandmother tells me: "not from mother, not from father, but from a passing young man."

– You have such a wonderful uncle to look up to.

– Everyone's eager to give me examples: at school, on the street, at home. Some say – these are bad, others – those are bad, the third – both are bad. Leave me alone, I am my own "example".

The reflections from the window glass danced on his face, leaving bloody traces. Aman-Jalil, as usual, wiped the sweat from his forehead with blood-stained fingers… Wazir recalled that horrible scene again, tied to the pole, forced to watch as youths just a little older than Aman-Jalil violated his young wife: they frolicked like puppies, squealing with excitement, shoving each other, and then formed a line; the penultimate one failed, frustration stirred his anger and rage; he grabbed a dagger and slit the stomach of the victim lying beneath him. The last one, denied his share, struck the killer, who, his face smeared with the victim's blood, lunged at the offender. They were separated: "there can be no scores between our own," they made them shake hands and kiss each other. The second one also got smeared in blood. The last one was offered to rape Wazir, quickly untied him from the pole and pulled down his pants, but the last one kicked Wazir in the naked ass and left, offended and unsatisfied…