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Elvin sighed, not looking up. "I’ll handle it, Tural. You just focus on your exams. You’re going to be the engineer this family needs. I’ll find a way to keep the shop going."
"Elvin, look at me," Tural insisted. When Elvin finally raised his tired eyes, he saw Tural pushing a small, worn envelope across the desk. Inside was a stack of manat notes, neatly folded. "What is this?" Elvin whispered. Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
In that moment, the cold room felt warm. Elvin realized that while he had lost a father, he had gained a partner. The shop didn't feel like a burden anymore; it felt like a bridge to a future they would build together, side by side. Elvin sighed, not looking up