Sen - Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤qardasimрџљвќ¤
Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."
Tural stood up and walked around the desk, pulling his older brother into a tight embrace. "Sən mənim hər şeyimsən. But from now on, you don't carry this alone. , and now, I will be yours." Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him. Elvin felt a lump in his throat
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." "Sən mənim hər şeyimsən
"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.