The Deadly Letter of the African Boy. Atokhon Ghaniev

basking in the admiration of those around him. He loved being the center of attention, loved the way people envied his wealth and power. To him, life was about winning, and tonight, he was winning again.

      As the night wore on, the conversation turned to more trivial matters—fashion, travel, and the latest gossip among the elite. Mr. Albert barely listened. His mind was elsewhere, already thinking about the next business move, the next opportunity to increase his fortune. He felt invincible, untouchable. The world was his to conquer.

      But as the laughter echoed through the grand halls, far away in a dusty village, a young boy sat in silence, wondering if anyone, anywhere, ever thought of him. The contrast between their lives couldn’t have been more stark—one man surrounded by gold, the other by dust. Yet, in this moment, neither knew how their worlds would soon collide.