…Husayn, Aman-Jalil's neighbor in the house, though three years older, looked younger, being skinny and small, no one would guess he was nineteen. And Aman-Jalil, who had worked for Ismail Pasha as a runner for two years already, was easily taken for an adult, so solidly built and looking mature.

Husayn approached Aman-Jalil, relaxing on his day off after a successful fly hunt.

– Listen, I want to marry Dilber.

– Marry her! – Aman-Jalil threw indifferently.

– But she doesn't love me, – Husayn exclaimed in desperation.

– Spit and find another one," Aman-Jalil echoed someone else's words in a grown-up manner. "Isn't there enough of them running around?"

– But I love her," Husayn sobbed.

– Then marry her!" Aman-Jalil graciously allowed.

– How? " Husayn asked. "Give me advice."

– Please, advice is everywhere. If you want, as a friend, I'll help you with action.

– Of course I want," Husayn replied.

– Do you have money?..

– No! " Husayn sighed.

Aman-Jalil pondered.

– Alright, I've come up with something else," he lit up. "Is your mother a doctor?"

– A physician.

– Same thing, a doctor. Get some sleeping powder from her, a lot of it, then I'll call you.

– When?

– You can do it now, Dilber is alone, she's doing something, some session… distract her, her parents are at work, they'll come home late in the evening… Do you have the powder?

– I do, and it's very strong. Mom prepared five packs for her friend who has nightmares at night and doesn't want to see them…

– Send me two packs.

– Why two?

– I need them!

– Well, if you say so…

Husayn ran for the powder, while Aman-Jalil knocked on Dilber's door.

– Tufyak, come out, I have business.

The angry plump woman flew out of the room.

– Calling names again, hooligan?

– Shut it, there's business…

– What business could we have together?

– Remember what I promised you?.. Weight loss powder!

– Oh, Aman-Jalilik! My good, handsome one, let me kiss your little nose.

– I don't want a nose kiss, kiss me on the lips.

– You're not grown up enough for lip kisses yet, grow up first! How much money do you need?

– Five coins!

– Oh, that's expensive!

– Love is the only thing that's free.

– Ugh, hooligan!

– Princess!

– Okay, bring the powder.

– Go, get the money ready, I'll bring it to you…

Dilber went to her room, and just then Husayn, pale as chalk from agitation, rushed in with two boxes of powder.

– Here… Brought it.

– Hide, I'll call you…

Aman-Jalil knocked on Dilber's door and entered. Dilber pretended to read, but as soon as Aman-Jalil entered the room, the book was tossed aside. The prepared money lay on the table.

– How does the powder work?… How do you take it?

– Box for a week. Two powders a day, a kilogram down…

– Can you try it right away?

– You can, just need to lie down… Try it, I want to see how noticeable your weight loss will be… Or maybe it won't work for you, then I'll refund the money right away, eh!

Dilber hastily, greedily swallowed two powders and lay down on the couch. The powders took effect instantly, and she fell deeply asleep. Aman-Jalil cracked the door open and whistled. Husayn rushed in, seeing Dilber lying there, froze at the door.

– Why are you standing there like a statue? – Aman-Jalil whispered mockingly.

– I don't know what to do, – Husayn stammered.

– I don't either, let's think, – Aman-Jalil admitted his lack of preparedness, – first, let's undress her…