“What's this Roman, eenh?” Fatma asked jazba while pointing the finger at the newspaper, ignoring Roman's question.
“What's what Fatma? I don't understand you! You want to tell me that we don't know that is a newspaper? ”Roman asked politely. Fatma opened her mouth but said nothing, remaining looking at him with a fierce sadness in her. Then he let out a deep breath and struggled to control his paws, before gently asking her.
"Why are you doing this Roman?"
“Why do I do Fatma? I dont understand you?"
