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Have a good trip, Revan.

No one opened the door for a long time. Apparently, the loud music playing in the apartment prevented the owner from hearing the doorbell. However, luck smiled upon Kystybiyev, and the door opened. Arrundor barely recognized the shaggy and unshaven Revan. He had a joint in his mouth and a trash bag in his hand.
- Here, bum, - said Revan, handing the trash bag to Arrundor, - maybe you'll find something useful for yourself in there.
- Revan, it's me, Arrundor!
The apartment owner looked carefully at Arrundor.
- Ahaha, yeah, it's you, come in!
Entering the apartment, Arrundor saw a large number of people. Some were just lying on the floor, some were getting high, and some were drinking and smoking weed. Revan led Arrundor into a small room. There was a pile of junk on the desk and a line of white powder, and a couple of stoned Asian women were lying on the couch.
- As you can see, Arrundor, I'm a little busy here, so let's get this over with quickly, tell me what you need, - said Revan, after which he sat down at the desk and snorted a line of white powder through a 500,000-ruble bill.
- I wanted... um... to borrow some money, please.
- Sorry, Arrundor, but I'm broke right now. I'm barely making ends meet. You understand.
- Yes, I understand. Okay, well, I'll be going.
- Hey, don't you want to stay? We can have some fun, - said Revan, nodding towards the bed.
- No, thank you, I need to go.
- Well, if you want.
- Bye.
- Bye.