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The merchant and his family lived on the second floor of their shop. And at this late hour, he obviously did not expect guests. But he didn't sleep either. A dim reddish light shone in the windows. Beria, seeing this, narrowed his eyes:

What can an honest person do at a time like this?

- Do not rush to conclusions, - Aznar answered judiciously. “Maybe he's just counting the daily receipts.

Beria raised his eyebrows, showing that he did not believe. The time was indeed well past midnight.

“Knock,” he ordered the guards who carried the torches. Let's please him with a late visit.

The merchant was “rejoiced” notably: he turned pale and almost slammed the door on the uninvited guests, but who would allow him. The man was clearly not going to sleep, he was fully dressed and did not look sleepy. Deya was alarmed, did this good-natured man who keeps his shop decide to resort to dark sorcery?

The ground floor was in twilight. There were stacks of herbs and boxes on the counter.

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