Between two mountains. Juan Gabriel Borges

said

      –Okay, leave the bag in your hand, and follow me. – He leaned the chair on the acacia tree. – Let the chair remain in here, let’s go.

      Huseyn was perplexed – Mister Masud, please don’t take us to police office. We are leaving now.

      –Come on, I told you, I have retired on a pension. We are going to my place, follow me.

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      Unopened bottle of vodka was left in the fridge from New Year holidays. He took it out and put it on the table along with a couple of tangerines –Well, now the borsch will warm up. And you go and take a shower meanwhile. Put your clothes into this bag in order to throw them in the litter box when going out. Then he opened the wardrobe, took out the suit he wasn’t wearing for a long time and a shirt and passed it to Huseyn.

      –Mister Masud, we can’t wear these. Before, all homeless vagrants lived in the empty blind alley behind the “Azerbaijan” hotel. But after it was demolished we moved to stay in the yard of new building at the port. If I go there dressed like this, my clothes will be stolen over night and then exchanged to a bottle of vodka.

      –Well, we shall discuss where you will spend the night. The suit is yours. He reached out to Fateh and passed him a sweater and trousers saying: – And you can wear these

      Firstly Huseyn, then Fateh took bath in the bathroom and then they dressed up in clothes which Masud gave them. Masud packed their old rubbish smelling clothes, opened the front door and threw them into the litter-box through the rubbish chute. Freely breathing he returned to the flat. When Jannah returns home in the evening she won’t understand what’s going on if she sees Fateh and Huseyn in their rags.