Palmist. Thirst for revenge. Tsvetana Alеkhina

happy moments of her life, and at the same time about how it all ended. This apartment has undergone cosmetic repairs, a complete change of design and interior has done their job, and Vina entered this apartment as a full-fledged host. Vina herself did not feel like a murderer, she just felt empty, lonely, and defenseless. This emptiness was caused by the lack of love; it was Arthur’s love that was sorely lacking. She felt safe with him. – How little time God has given us for happiness. Why is that? Vina was sitting on the sofa and looking at the tasteful renovation.

      The monster girl was completely ready to start reviving everything that was created by Arthur, and so ruthlessly ruined. This «monster» understood that she was involved in this, and her first action was to find a partner. Vina needed a second Jamal, she understood that she could not cope alone, and she just needed a second person. That is just where to get it? By going over to the head of all the people who are imprinted in her memory, her choice stopped at the bartender who worked in the «Oriental Fairy Tale». This bartender had the same Arab roots as Arthur, and now lived in Morocco. It was not difficult for Vina to find this man, and he gladly made contact with this woman.

      Said did not take long to wait and flew in a few days after receiving the call. Their meeting took place not far from the still closed restaurant. – Arthur and I did not have a long, but a happy fairy tale ended here, in this institution. That is where we will start, with this institution. You and I need to revive the «Oriental Fairy Tale». This restaurant, like many other establishments, was closed for one simple reason, quarantine reigned in the country, and such establishments as a night restaurant simply could not work.

      – When do we plan to open?

      – For the New two thousand twenty-third year.

      – «As you command, my lady.» I am ready to serve you. Vina smiled happily when she heard these words.

      – Who else is with us? Do we still have people dedicated to our cause?

      – There are a couple more people. And these people will bring more people accordingly.

      – That is great. I need to fly home to Indonesia; I have not been there since my sister’s funeral.

      – Should I fly with you?

      – No. Stay here and start doing things. We will keep in touch. Vina ventured on the trip home, her heart creaking. She herself did not know how everything would happen. These incidents and a long separation distanced her from her parents, and she was already flying not only to see them, but also to find the people she needed. The wine arrived without warning. A lot has changed in these three years of her absence. Vina’s parents, despite their age, have waged a lot; have become not crowded, and not verbose. The older brother brought his girlfriend to the house, and she lived with them, he thought that this would somehow brighten up the mourning in the house. The parents were glad of such a revival, but the mourning continued and it was noticeable. The arrival of Vina brought a noticeable revival, and it seemed that the sadness did not recede for long. Nirmala literally clung to her daughter and did not leave her side for a minute.

      – How you have lost weight. What happened to you? Vina could not tell her mother everything, and she wanted so much. But she understood that this could not be done and she had to be silent. Vina’s mother understood that something was wrong with her daughter’s soul, and she so wanted to know what was wrong with her. It was at this moment that they both missed Diana, but they were silent about it, and sat hugging each other. Mansur immediately realized that something was wrong with his sister and in the evening, he went to Vina’s room.

      – Tell me what happened to you?

      – Why did you decide that?

      – I can see that something is depressing you.

      – Maybe it is, I cannot tell you everything right now. I just feel bad.

      – Okay, fine. I will not pressure you. Know that you have us, and we are always there. My girlfriend Sarima, she is very nice. You will make friends with her.

      – I know. Vina smiled sweetly. Thank you. Mansur quietly left the room and Vina was left alone. Nothing has changed in the room since she left. The same furnishings, the same furniture, the same mourning. It seemed to her that she had come to a wake. Most recently, she was in the apartment where she killed Arthur with her own hands, and now she found herself in her own home, where the spirit of her late sister, whom Arthur killed, dwells. It was hard for Vina, a heavy task fell on her shoulders, which she took on herself loaded up. Besides, there was a heavy burden on her heart that she could not tell anyone about. And this black spot, or you could even say the stigma that was considered self-defense in the murder left an imprint on her reputation. Vina did not notice how she turned into a black creature. Everyone noticed it, except herself. She looked at her sister’s empty bed, «it all started here, our happiness with Arthur ended here. It was here that our love was born, and died at the same time. I will resurrect everything. And that will be my secret. My revenge. Vina did not notice how she fell asleep. When she woke up, she did not understand where she was, so strong was her sleep, which did her good. Glancing at her watch, she realized it was already noon.

      – We did not wake you up. You were sleeping so soundly. Vina had not yet recovered from her sleep and was looking at her mother’s aged face.

      – Mom, I am so glad to see you. Nirmala brought coffee into the room. «How did you know I was awake?»

      – I am your mom. You always woke up at this time when you were a girl. These words painfully echoed in the soul of Guilt, but she did not show it.

      – Have I aged so much?

      – No. Grown up. Vina took the cup from her mother’s hand and took a small sip of coffee.

      – This is exactly what I have been missing all these years. Nirmala looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

      – What are you going to do?

      – I do not know. Maybe I will go to the beach.

      – I am not letting you go alone. Your brother will go with you.

      – OK. Let him go. I will stay at home for a while. Vina did not want to leave the house, her condition was actually depressed, and she did not know where to start yet. She had a lot of ideas and ideas in her head, but she did everything by force. Her love for Arthur gave her strength, and knowing that her lover loved only her until his last breath, this was what gave her the incentive to move on. It was only in the evening that Vina left the house, her brother followed her, not paying attention to it, she completely forgot about her mother’s request. Vina spent the whole evening on the beach, where Arthur initiated her into Islam. These memories were so painful that the girl could not hold back her tears and burst into tears. She still could not understand why she had suffered such a bitter fate. Mansur ran up to her

      – Why are you crying? What happened?

      – Are you here? And I didn’t notice. Nothing. I just remembered some episodes from my life.

      – Tell me what happened to you? You can trust me, no one will know about it.

      – Thank you. Maybe I will tell you in time, but not today. Leave me alone. Do not be afraid, I will not get into the water.

      – OK. Whatever you say. With these words, Mansur left. The wine was left alone. She lay down on the sand and closed her eyes. The ocean was calm. The air is not the same as in the capital of Russia. Vina missed this place so much. Not far from this secret corner, there was the very guesthouse that the late Zhamal did not have time to inherit. Vina did not know anything about it. She just sat on the sand and crossed her arms watching the illumination of the lanterns that shone in the distance and illuminated the facade of the building.

      – Where can I get such a sum of money? A plan had matured in her beautiful head, but she did not have such a sum of money to bring all these ideas to life. The next morning, Vina was sitting and drinking coffee in the very restaurant