The haze in Moscow did not prevent the Aeroflot-Plus plane from landing at Sheremetyevo Airport in Moscow. The weather was too extreme, and the pilot could barely see, relying on the direction given for the landing. Besides the snow, nothing else was falling. For someone with asthma, the cold could be severely harmful, possibly putting them in a critical condition. Slowly, the plane parked and found a spot to stop. Inside the plane, all the passengers were trying to unfasten their seatbelts to disembark. He took a deep breath, clenching his hands with a sound of fatigue. He checked his wristwatch and saw it was 1:15 AM. Gently, he stood up, putting his hands into the pockets of his suit, and walked slowly to the VIP section. He was just thinking, why hasn't his twin brother come out yet? Is he alright or what? Did the cold affect his health? Out loud, he said, "Ya Rabb, here is Your servant." He opened the VIP door slowly, peeking inside. He stopped abruptly upon seeing him lying on a long chair. In fact, he showed no sign of waking up, as his eyes were closed and his hands were folded across his chest. His breathing was steady. He was sleeping peacefully, looking very handsome as his hair slightly covered his face like a woman’s. Zain stared at Abeed with eyes filled with pure love and affection for his twin brother. He walked closer to where Abeed was lying. When he got there, he gently unfolded Abeed's arms from his chest. Zain stayed silent, observing Abeed's chest rise and fall. He then placed his head on Abeed's chest to understand why he was breathing like that. Something was fishy; Abeed never slept in airplanes. He lifted his head and said quietly, "I don't know what's wrong with my twin brother, doesn't he know what he's hiding from me? Is he hiding something from me? No! Abeed wouldn't hide anything from me, he is my life and I am his, he can't do that... seriously," he said while picking up Abeed's iPhone. Zain was surprised to see 20 missed calls from Riya, starting from when they were in Nigeria, and Abeed hadn't responded to any. Worried, Zain said, "Sorry, Riya, In sha Allah, I'll stand in for you." He put Abeed's phone in his pocket, saying, "I love you, my twin brother." He heard a movement and quickly turned around, locking eyes with Abeed. He noticed that Abeed's normally blue eyes had turned a deep red. Zain stayed quiet, observing him but couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Smiling, he asked, "When did you wake up?" Although it seemed Abeed wouldn't speak, he eventually opened his mouth with difficulty, frowning, and said in a slow voice, "From the time you said 'I love you.'" He stood up and unbuttoned his suit. Zain just smiled, respecting the reticence of Abeed, even though they were born on the same day, at the same time, in the same month, and in the same year. Abeed felt comfortable living with three people: his twin brother Zain, their father Mai Martaba, and Naila. Zain was tall, fair-skinned, with light eyes, and a carefree face without any worries, except for the concern he had for his twin brother

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