— Aslan, he didn’t touch me. I swear to Allah, I’m still a virgin!
— Words. Just empty words, Zarina.
— I—I can prove it.
He smirks cruelly. His rage today is frightening—it’s uncontrollable.
— Well then, prove it, Zarina! What are you waiting for?
— We can go to any doctor you trust tomorrow.
— No. I trust no one in this life anymore.
He shakes his head and starts to leave, but I grab his hand and stop him. And then, under his intense gaze, I begin taking off my shirt.
— What are you doing? — he asks, watching the movement of my hands.
— If this is the only way to prove to you that I’m not dirty, then I’m ready.
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An alternative Caucasus! Any coincidences are accidental.
Stories about secondary characters are planned.