introduction, and then briefly recounted the ins and outs of this incident.

"I have seen this manuscript"

Holding a copy of the manuscript, Anna's mother said, "It was after the explosion of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant that my grandfather started writing, but before he could finish writing, he died in 1988 due to a burglary. However,

, where did you find this manuscript? I remember that it seemed to have disappeared after the robbery."

"Finding this manuscript really took a lot of energy out of me, and it was even harder than finding your address." Wei Ran explained vaguely, then directly changed the subject and asked, "You just said that because your grandfather, Mr. Ivan,

Why do you get robbed so often?”

"Because my grandfather was robbed on April 20th."

Anna's mother sighed and explained, "You are not Ukrainian, so you may not know that since the collapse of the Soviet Union, there have been some new ones here who worship mustaches, because mustache's birthday is April 20th, but I am

My grandfather was not only a Soviet Red Army soldier who broke into Berlin, but he also died in the hands of robbers on April 20."

Anna, who was sitting aside, saw that her mother didn't want to continue talking, so she simply took over the conversation and continued angrily, "So in the eyes of those idiots, robbing our house has almost become their repertoire on April 20th every year. Even

Usually, the police will come to our dessert shop to cause trouble."

"Why don't you..."

Wei Ran's question only started at the beginning and he couldn't go on. If they had the ability to move, how could they continue to struggle in a place like this?

"Moved"

Anna seemed to see what Wei Ran wanted to ask, and said in a calm tone, "My father moved away more than ten years ago, and even took away all the family's savings. Now we have satisfied your curiosity,

Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Wei Ran opened his mouth, and after a moment of silence, he opened his bag and took out the original manuscript of his memoirs. He handed it to Anna's mother with both hands, "I'm not here to satisfy my curiosity. I just want to return this manuscript to you."

.Also, the son of Mario mentioned in Mr. Ivan’s manuscript might want to meet you.”

Anna and her mother looked at each other, and the latter hesitated for a moment before returning the original manuscript in the brown paper bag to Wei Ran, "When I was young, I often heard my grandfather mention a fool named Mario.

, don’t get me wrong, that’s what he said, a fool named Mario.”

"So would you like to meet that idiot Mario's son?"

Wei Ran's question finally amused the mother and daughter, who had not been happy with each other. Anna's mother nodded after thinking about it, "If he is willing to come, let him come with the manuscript. It just so happens that I also have something.

I want to give it to him."

"I forgot to ask, what is your name?" Wei Ran put away the manuscript and asked.

"Mora" Anna's mother replied with a smile, "My name is Maura. It is said that that idiot Mario named me."

Wei Ran was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but think of that little Jewish girl who was taciturn but extremely strong and smart.

"Ms. Mora, I believe we will meet soon." Wei Ran stood up and said in a very formal manner.

Maura patted her daughter on the shoulder, "Go and pack some egg tarts for Victor to eat on the way."

Anna rolled her eyes, "They've just eaten a lot."

"Go!" Maura slapped her daughter on the butt, and the latter reluctantly picked up the tray and walked into the dessert shop.

Wei Ran did not refuse the kindness. After taking the paper bag full of egg tarts, he politely bid farewell to the mother and daughter, got into the car and randomly chose a direction to visit the inconspicuous dessert shop.

Left behind.

"So the harvest this time is just a bag of egg tarts?" Ji Ma asked disappointedly.

“Go back to the hotel first”

Wei Ran took out an oven-temperature egg tart from the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "We may need to stay here for a few more days before going back."

"I have no objection!" Jima immediately turned the car around and drove towards the city of Kiev along the road he came from.

Behind them, the middle-aged woman named Maura had already climbed up to the second floor with her daughter, stepped on the ladder and took out a dusty wooden box from the dusty attic.

"Mom, what is here?" Anna asked curiously.

Maura found a rag, wiped the dust off the wooden box, and then slowly opened it, revealing a box full of outdated toys and a colorful matryoshka doll the size of a thermos. She explained with memories,

"These toys were gifts prepared by my grandfather for Mario's son a long time ago. When I was a child, I often clamored to play with these toys, but my grandfather never agreed.

He said he wanted to give the little boy who was about the same age as me a surprise after the Berlin Wall was demolished. Unfortunately, the Berlin Wall remained there until his death. However, not long after his death, the Soviet Union disintegrated."

"Have you never seen the man named Mario?" Anna asked curiously.

Maura shook her head, "Don't talk about me. My parents have never met each other. My grandfather was not a rich man. He only visited Germany once after the end of World War II. My father said that at that time

In order to raise money for travel, he sold all the TVs at home."

Anna rolled her eyes and picked up the big scary matryoshka doll from the box, "How about you let me play with these things before you give them away?"

"Before that, aren't you going to explain where this pistol came from?" As Maura spoke, she took out the thin and scary little pistol from her apron pocket.

"Of course I bought it with my own pocket money."

Anna played with the matryoshka dolls she had opened layer by layer indifferently, "There are no bullets in it. I didn't know until I bought the pistol that its bullets were so bullet-proof...Mom! Look at this!"
Chapter completed!