– Pasha come in. Yes you are a friend of mine and you can be angry with me and tell me any words but now… I didn’t expect to see you,– he said quietly, wiping his eyes. He left and went inside of the room. Pavel came in and was shocked by the surroundings of the house. The house was in a terrible mess. There were empty alcohol bottles everywhere. The smell of the spilled on the floor liquid was cutting the nose. The wallpaper was drawn with a marker and ripped off in some places. A big mirror in the hallway was broken and there were spots of blood on it.
– I am sorry Muhit that I came with no disclaimer. I wanted to see you. I think we should’ve talked. What would I say, Muhit? I am sorry that you lost your son. Kanat was like a son to me. Accept this loss my friend. Of course, I never wish anyone to experience this. But you? You, Muhit, will break for this? I’ve seen enough now,– sadly said Pavel.
– And what now? Are you ashamed of me? No one makes you stay. You can leave now. You say my Kanat was like a son to you? Who cares for that and who remembers that? Did you come here to remind me of that? Where were you when I felt bad? When everything screamed inside of me. What can I say about it? You haven’t seen me this way and now you are horrified? I’m not happy with my appearance as well. But I can’t do anything about it now. Do you think it’s easy for me? I can’t go through the pain in my soul. It is killing me inside. My boy Kanat was like yesterday…. Why did you leave me here Pasha? Tell me, you know,– he asked sarcastically, sipping from the bottle.
– It’s my karma which got me Pasha. Don't understand me? Who am I for my fate? Just some bug. And if it was, it was like this… I am worse, Pasha,– continued Muhit sarcastically, and began to empty the bottle.
– Muhit, I’ve always been near you. It was you who gid in your shell and now you are making faces at me. Or are my tears for him different? You can be angry because something went wrong this or other way. You can start and continue your life as if fate never challenged you. It doesn’t seem mad to me. Who are you, Muhit? Will you just give up? I will not believe in that, my friend. I understand you as no one can. Do you think that sitting here and drinking could make him alive? What have you turned your life to? Where are Mereke and Karlygash? Tell me. Didn’t you say that you valued your family the most? It’s all very strange. It’s not just strange that you are broken. It’s strange that you didn’t stay next to your loved ones,– turning at him, Pavel looked him in his eyes. The eyes full of tears were looking at his wounded soul and couldn’t do anything about it. At that moment, he noticed a piece of paper falling out of his pocket. He had a chance to see the details. It was the photo of Kanat. The photo of his son was lying on the floor and wasn’t noticed by his father. Ut looked bravely but sadly at his father. As if it was an invisible spirit it tried to be present and horrify… It was horrified by the one who its father turned to. It was horrified by the amount of transformation the grief, his death, brought to the life of his some- time- ago loved father.. He was looking from the photo, waving his arms as a far echo. No one knew what both Pavel and Muhit would have in the future. The fate was swinging now around each of them. The hurricane of events was coming. It was coming according to the laws of life, known only by it.