She was awakened by the loud slamming of the front door in the corridor. Bagila recognised Sargel by the sound of his footsteps. She quickly moved to a chair and grabbed a book. The phone rang. Sargel picked up the phone. Bagila, remembering her skirmish with Mancia, tiptoed to the door and closed it. Sargel’s footsteps were heard. He walked straight to her room. Slightly delayed at the entrance. The door opened cautiously. Bagila felt Sargel’s sharp gaze on her back. Why is he looking at her like that? “Bagila!” It was clear that he was about to call out to her, but she shuddered all the same. Trying not to look at his face, she half turned around. “Someone asking for you… At the phone,” he said pointedly. Bagila shrugged her shoulders in surprise and walked past Sargel to the device. She could tell from his irritated voice and raised chin that Sargel didn’t like the caller at all. “Hello,” she said in a startlingly indifferent voice. “It’s me. Are you offended again?” “Jasyn! It’s him! God! What do I say to him?!” The thought raced through her head. “Do you hear me?” Asked a voice that was velvety and at the same time heavy as lead. “I’m asking, do you hear me?” “Yes… What do you want?” “Who answered the phone?” “Are you calling to find out about this?” “Sounds like a very nasty guy.” “I’m not going to discuss my relatives with you.” “It seems like every other person can be angry like you, it surprises me. Do you have free time tomorrow?” “No.” “Find some, please.” He chuckled softly. “I never begged anyone before. Weird…” “I have no time. Good luck!” “Just don’t hang up the phone, they only do that in bad movies. So, tomorrow at exactly six in the evening at the Almaty hotel. Don’t be late. Come. And then you can hate me for the rest of your life. Although you can hate me every second prior. Anyway, forgot to say hello!” Bagila remained standing, holding the handset in her hand. “How confident! What a jerk! He thinks I’ll run! But no, that’s not happing!” She thought. Realising that the conversation was over, Sargel left the office. “Bagila,” he addressed in such an official tone, as if speaking at the court. “Maybe you will be offended, but I will say this… Do not
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