Theran — iran.

The city was filled with the sounds of carriages, the sound of the horse hooves, the shouts of the boy trying to get attention from people and sell newspaper, the sound of the birds, it was like they were singing a song.

It seemed beautiful, peaceful but not for everyone, not for you;

"Khatoon, such a lovely name, suits you very well, Ms. Bakhtiari."

The colonel said, his voice soft, unlike any other time, he was not talking the way he was talking 'to others' with you

You couldn't notice not his tone, not his words, not his softened eyes. You just wanted to make him somehow he release you father, A staunch anti-Englishman, that now they had sentenced him to death. to be executed.