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Egypt. Hurghada.

Marianna flew to Hurghada with Albert and Nikolash. It was her first time in Egypt, it just happened that way, and they didn’t plan it; but then a tour came up, and only $300 for three. Marianna and the kids immediately plunged into Egyptian life, as if they found themselves in another world. Just today they were in Semivetrinsk, and the scenery changed: Marianna is lying on a lounger by the pool and feels the Sun warming her from the inside. And here the Sun is different…

There wasn’t much time to be bored. Marianna met Yana and her mother at the hotel, Yana is a young girl, also from Ukraine. The three of them walk through the market rows in Hurghada, blown by the Egyptian wind and enjoying the Sun. Here are the perfume shops. Now the local sellers will start pushing perfumes. Marianna knew that Arabs literally grab you by the hands just to get you into their shop. Yana and her mother entered a small shop that sold creams and perfumes. Marianna had to wait for them at the entrance. Yana’s mother sat in a chair, and an Arab started applying rejuvenating masks to her.

How long… God, when will he finish?

– I’ll take this, this, and this, – Yana’s mother said. The Arab packed everything into a bag and happily saw the customers out.

We continued walking.

– Oh, the Mirage Hotel. – Do you know there’s a water park and a pool here? – Yana said.

– Wow, I’d love to swim in the pool, the sea is so cold, – Marianna.

– Well… we just pass through, there’s security at the entrance, but we might get through – Yana.

With stone faces, we walked past the hotel security and reached the pool. Here it is – the blue pool with slides, beautiful…

Someone approached from behind: – Ma’am, you’re not from our hotel, please leave.

– Why not, we’re from the neighboring hotel, – Yana.

– You don’t have Mirage Hotel cards, pay fifty euros and you can swim, – said the guard.

– Well, no… – we said in unison, and left.

Hurghada. Marianna by the pool of her hotel with Yana and her mother, a dry little old lady, but still quite lively. Yana, in a thin voice, turns to Marianna: – Marianna, can you do us a favor… we have a request.

– I’m all ears.

– Please go to the market, remember the shop where we got the cosmetics from the Arab, we need to return it. We took a lot of things and said we’d bring the money, but we want to give it all back, it’s too expensive for us.

– So return it, what’s the problem, – Marianna.

– Well, it’s awkward, and if you bring it back, he won’t be angry. When these Arabs get angry, they can curse you.

– No problem, I’ll take it back, I’ll go.

Marianna at the market. She approaches the shop. She hands the package to the Arab. The Arab, standing by the doorpost of the shop, flashes his eyes, shrugs, and takes the package back. Marianna leaves, the Arab staring daggers at her back.