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?