"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him.

"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.

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.