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Firzun and Rashid had already started their lunch when she walked into Nasim’s living room. Firzun looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, helping himself to the food that Mojgan had laid out on a tablecloth.
‘So?’ he asked.
‘I’ve got the job and I start tomorrow,’ she said, feeling a slight rush of pleasure. She sat down, took the plate Nasim offered and helped herself to salad.
‘By the way, Zahra,’ Firzun said casually, ‘I need your passport and Ahmad’s. I’ve already got Mahmoud’s … and his wallet,’ he added.
‘How did you … ?’ she began, annoyed with herself that she’d forgotten to ask about it before.
‘They were inside his jacket,’ he answered before she’d finished the sentence. ‘I’ve got to get new visas for us.’
‘Why did you use his passport to cross the b
