سعر السكر ، تكلفة الحب - B1

Toivo walked back and forth in the shabby flat, looking worried. "This is terrible, Viljo. We've lost everything and now we're stuck in this awful place."

Viljo sighed, looking concerned. "I know, mate. I never thought we'd end up like this. We used to have a great life, and now look at us."

Toivo looked around the small, run-down flat, the peeling wallpaper and worn-out carpet reminding them of their fall from grace. "It's all because of that horrible Antti. I can't believe he tricked us like that."

"We were desperate, Toivo. He took advantage of us," Viljo said, sounding emotional. "He's ruined our lives, and we don't know why."

As they sat on the uncomfortable sofa, Toivo rubbed his head, feeling a headache starting. "We need to find a way out of this mess, Viljo. We can't hide in Belarus forever."

Viljo nodded, looking serious. "I've been thinking about that, Toivo. What if we try to find work here? It won't be the same as before, but we'd have some money."

Toivo laughed. "Do you really think we can find good jobs here? We don't speak the language. No, we need a different plan."

Viljo looked at Toivo, his eyes full of hope. "Well, what do you suggest? We're stuck here, mate. We can't go back to Finland. We owe too much money."

Toivo sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I don't know, Viljo. I just… I don't know."

For a moment, the two men sat quietly, their difficult situation weighing heavily on them. The grim Minsk suburb outside their window seemed to make fun of their problem.

Viljo spoke, his voice quiet but strong. "We'll find a way, Toivo. We must. We can't just give up."

Toivo looked at his friend, his face both sad and determined. "You're right, Viljo. We can't let Antti win. We'll find a way to start our lives again, even if it takes years."

Together, the two men started to plan their uncertain future in Belarus, the dreary flat becoming their safe place as they faced the challenges ahead.