at all, but still she was creeped out… Okay, maybe that’s just Jasyn, what about his father?! Like his son, and he also joked about Allah in a conversation with his son. She met with Jasyn only for the second time. During this time, she managed to hate him several times, forget this hatred and yearn several times… From any word that Jasyn said, even from his mechanical glance, she lost her head, as if from a sip of champagne, and immediately realised how petty and notorious she was. If they meet, how many more times will she have to boil, cool down, cry and laugh? Bagila subconsciously felt that it would be more than once or twice. “Okay, let’s stop this conversation,” said Jasyn, pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “How long can you be with me?” “Zero minutes,” she said, dispersing the thick tobacco smoke with her hand. “Because I should be home by now. Moreover, I allowed the time allotted to me to overrun by two hours.” “Oh, thanks!” Jasyn said embarrassingly, opening the window. “Not for the frankness, but for the resourcefulness.” “Do you like to speak beautifully?” “No, no so much. But I’m not against beautiful turns. Words, you know, determine the biggest events in the world: from peace to war… Excuse me, it seems that the coffee has boiled?” Jasyn moved hastily to the kitchen. He brought coffee on a tray according to all the rules of serving and put it on a low table that stood between their chairs. “I understand,” he poured the coffee into cups, “you were brought up in a completely different environment. Everything that I say and do, even the fact that I brought you to my house, may seem rude, unnatural to you. But I’m not going to fit in with everyone. Any person cannot be satisfied with absolutely everything, even the almighty is far from always being satisfied. Is that not the case? But let’s leave god alone for a moment. The most important thing is to correctly understand the meaning of your deeds and words. Everything else is secondary in priority, so to speak, the technical side of existence…” “Yes, you say and do a lot differently than everyone else,” said Bagila, taking a sip of coffee. “Don’t be offend- ed by this but… Do you love your wife?” Jasyn chuckled but didn’t answer. He
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