Late pigeons. Bakhtiyor Raximovich Sharipov

After all this Otabek was astonished and turned his head to his parents.

      Yusufbek was astonished by what he heard and continued peeking at the gate the woman fled in.

      “Turn the car back!” – Kimyokhon ordered angrily. “That’s what I meant. Drive back to Tashkent! It is good that we met that woman on our way. As I said we had to investigate them thoroughly…”

      “Calm down, wife! Anger takes away the reason! Do we have to go back with respect to the words of an unfamiliar woman in the street? Who knows which of the facts she said is true and which one is untrue?…” – Yusufbek rejected.

      “She lies!” – Otabek said with his face turned pale. “If she had a boyfriend or wandered with them she would have told me about, and she wouldn’t let us come at all!”

      “Where do you the cunningness of girls from? In case required they can easily deceive you by their words and control you as they wish!”

      Everyone in the car was upset. Otabek looked at his father with a question on his face.