– 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…
He clumsily began to undress Dilber. Husayn trembled like a leaf. Aman-Jalil stripped Dilber completely and inspected her body with interest.
– Why are you frozen, like a statue? – he addressed Husayn.
– I'm ashamed…
– Alright, I won't look at you, just undress.
Aman-Jalil turned away from Husayn and eagerly, with desire to see her body, so much so that his trousers swelled like a sail. Husayn shyly undressed, leaving only knee-length underwear, approached the divan, and hesitated.
– What next?
– Take off your underwear.
– No way!..
– Fool, the underwear will get in the way… Alright, lie down next to me.
– I prefer by the wall.
– Planning to make love to the wall?
– I can't with you…
– Fine, I'll leave. Call me if you need help…
Aman-Jalil stepped out onto the veranda. From his apartment, he heard Ismail Pasha's voice, who as usual had come to visit his mother. His mother wasn't home yet; she had gone to bathe, and queues were enormous everywhere. Hearing Ismail Pasha's voice, Aman-Jalil peeked into Dilber's room. Upon hearing Husayn crying loudly, he entered the room and firmly closed the door. Husayn lay next to Dilber, sobbing uncontrollably.
– Not a virgin? – Aman-Jalil asked with curiosity.
– It's not working for me, – Husayn whimpered.
– Silly, crying won't turn you into a child again, – Aman-Jalil sat on the divan. – Listen, drink two powders, sleep for an hour, you'll gain strength. Sleep refreshes and calms, my mother always says that…
Husayn eagerly drank two powders and instantly fell asleep. Aman-Jalil quickly undressed and took possession of Dilber.
– Virgin! – he grinned satisfactorily.
When Aman-Jalil got off the divan, he saw Ismail Pasha standing in the doorway.
– Sharing her together? – Ismail Bey couldn't take his eyes off Dilber's body.
– No, I'm alone, he can't do it.
– Have you been at this long?
– First time, I swear!
– Is she asleep?
– The powder worked… If you want, you can be second.
– Go, stand watch! – Ismail Bey trembled with desire.
– Twenty coins!
– What?.. That's steep!
– A young one on the street corner costs fifty. Here, you'll be second, I swear on my father.
– Fine, here, extortionist.
– Insulting me. You've still got thirty coins in your pocket…
Aman-Jalil jingled the coins in his pocket satisfactorily and went out onto the veranda to stand watch… Little flies swarmed over a drop of jam that had somehow landed on the windowsill. The burgeoning generation densely surrounded the sweet treat. Aman-Jalil fetched a rubber band and with three snaps created a bloody massacre at the feast.
He then practiced shooting flies in mid-air… Hearing his mother's voice as she returned from the bath, Aman-Jalil knocked on Dilber's door and cautiously peeked inside. Ismail Bey was hastily dressing. Aman-Jalil slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he saw Ismail Bey doing something to Husayn. Aman-Jalil approached closer. Ismail Bey was smearing Dilber's blood onto Husayn.
– What are you doing?
– And he decided to marry her? Let him marry, we'll help him, people should help each other, what do you think, son?
– I still want to, but you should leave, mother's here, you'll leave her with nothing today.
– You don't know your mother well, young man!
