Wei Ran asked, "This is a very special scene for the two Soviet military doctors carrying the stretcher and the Afhan female guerrilla lying on the stretcher, isn't it?"

"Is it okay? Hakeem?" Ayana left the decision to Hakeem, who was walking at the end.

"You look less like a military doctor and more like a war photographer."

Although Hakim was reluctant, he still raised the Minolta camera hanging around his neck, walked a few steps quickly and took a photo of them from the side and front.

"Someone once said the same thing to me," Wei Ran sighed. In the previous scene, it was still Hakim who said this.

"Actually, you also have a small camera like that, right?" Hakeem said almost confidently as he returned to the back of the line.

"yes"

Wei Ran replied frankly, "I hid it in my boots. If you like it, I can give it to you."

"never mind"

Hakim was rarely more generous, but the words he said were inevitably still loaded with guns and sticks, "Maybe that is also a gift left to you by your father."

"Where did your camera come from?" Wei Ran once again ignored the other party's ridicule and asked in a gentle tone.

"That was left by a freelance journalist from France a year ago," Ayana answered the question. "He lived with us for a long time."

"he..."

'He didn't survive'

Hakim replied, "He was poisoned by your chemical weapons while moving with the guerrillas, leaving only this camera and some film."

When the topic reached this point, the four people at the end of the team with different positions inevitably fell silent.

But soon, Ayana started a new topic, "Kiril, do you want to go to Kandahar to find your father?"

"Yes," Kirill replied absently, "but I never got the chance to go to Kandahar, let alone his life and death."

"What's his name?"

The person who asked this question in Russian was Mahbubu who was riding a donkey in front, "I mean, what is your father's name?"

"Nineel Polyakov" came out of Kirill's mouth, a name that seemed a bit coincidental to Weiran.

He also had to enter this period of history because of "Nineel", just like Kirill had to enter this cemetery because of his name.

"We are going to go near Kandahar next."

Mahbub said abruptly, "We will join the guerrillas there. If we can get there alive, I will help you ask if anyone knows about your father's situation."

"Thank you" Kirill replied still absentmindedly.

"Is this considered bribery?" Ruslan, who was riding a donkey alongside Mahbub, asked.

"Whatever you think"

Mahbub replied nonchalantly, "We, like these goats and donkeys, can't make any difference in this war.

But just as you are willing to help hold those two little guys, we are equally willing to do something to help you.

If you think this is bribery, then by helping us hold the baby, are you bribing us?"

"Sorry, I said stupid things that ruined the atmosphere."

Ruslan said after a moment of silence, "If there had been no war, we might have become friends, and these children might have become friends with my daughter."

"Maybe"

Mahbub sighed, "It is difficult to establish friendship, but it is easy to destroy it. All it takes is a war."

"yes"

Ruslan sighed, "I hope that after the war is over, our children will have the opportunity to re-establish friendship."

"If the Soviet Union wanted to dominate the world, it would not have ended the war in Afhan," said Habibullah, who was walking at the front. "Our children would never have the chance to become friends."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It would be great if the Soviet Union could disappear"

Multaza, who also rode a donkey and was responsible for leading Ruslan's donkey, couldn't help but "fantasy".

"The Soviet Union disappears?"

Ruslan snorted, "The Soviet Union will not disappear. Germany didn't even do this back then."

"It's just the angry words of a child."

Mahbub smiled and said, "His name is Multaza, and he is my little grandson. I used to tell him about my experiences during my short life in Moscow. Everything there is like nothing to us mountain people."

It’s like another world.”

“I’ve only been to Moscow once”

Ruslan said, "I am from Minsk, and my wife used to work in Chicken Fu."

“I have never been to Chicken Fu and Minsk”

Mahbub shook his head and chatted with Ruslan about his experience of living in Moscow.

"Before the War Begins"

Ayana, who was lying on a stretcher, said in Farsi, "My father often told us about what happened when he was working in Moscow. That was also the thing he was most proud of."

"He often talks about his experiences in Moscow in class."

Hakim couldn't help but said, "Teacher Abdul once envied his experience very much. He often said at that time that he would go to Moscow to see the Kremlin, the Red Square, and more if he had the chance.

There are Moscow subway stations and the Bolshoi Theater that he most wants to visit.

He wanted to go to the Bolshoi Theater with his wife to watch a show and then take the Moscow subway. That was his biggest dream."

"Because my father has been to the Bolshoi Theater and taken the Moscow Metro."

Ayana said with an unstoppable smile, "He even had a conflict with a black drunk who tried to harass a Soviet woman in the subway station and beat him up."

"Ayana!"

Mahbub, who was chatting with Ruslan, said in Pashto with a slight embarrassment, "Don't mention that matter again."

"My dad doesn't want me to talk about this anymore."

There was a rare smile in Ayana's tone, "But he was always very proud of what he did at that time."

"At this point, he's really something to be proud of."

Kirill, who had been silent just now, said, "I am a Muscovite, and I have heard many scandals about gorillas from the virgin forest since I was a child."

"But after the war started, I rarely heard them mention it."

Hakim said, "Everything that Teacher Abdul once yearned for has become something he hates."

"My dad too," Ayana sighed with a little pity in her tone.

"Are you from Moscow?" Mahbub asked Kirill curiously.

"right"

Kirill nodded towards the other party, "My home is near Gorky Park. Do you know Gorky Park?"

"I know, of course I know, I even fed pigeons there." Mahbubu said subconsciously, "The pigeons there are not afraid of people at all."

"yes"

Kirill was stunned for a moment, "When I was the age of those children, my father often took me there to feed the pigeons on weekends."

After saying this, everyone in the second half of the team fell silent again. Just like Mahbub said, it is difficult to establish friendship, but it is easy to destroy friendship. All it takes is a war.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence that in this silence, patches of snowflakes began to fall in the already hazy sky.

"Everyone, please pay attention to where you step."

Habibullah, who was walking in front, specifically reminded in Russian, "We have to climb over the mountain ahead along the slope. The next mountain road is very difficult to walk."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Ran and Kirill each adjusted the straps of the stretcher. Ruslan in front also took the blanket from Mahbub and wrapped it around the child he helped hold in his arms. .

Just as Habibullah reminded me, the road ahead was indeed not easy to walk. Not to mention the people riding the donkeys almost lying on the backs of the donkeys. Wei Ran, who was carrying the stretcher behind, was trying not to let go. Ayana slid off the stretcher and had to lift the stretcher to almost the same height as her chest.

At this point, they walked back and forth diagonally across the mountain.

"Do we have to climb over this mountain from here?" Wei Ran asked through gritted teeth. Ayana on the stretcher was not heavy, but the angle at which the stretcher was lifted was too tricky.

“Only from here”

Habibullah, who was walking at the front, explained while dragging the sheep ahead, "If you continue along the valley, you will have planted butterfly mines in a large area. Only this road is safe. And there is a water source on the other side of the mountain, where we can take a rest."

"Can't those bastards scatter landmines here?" Weiran complained angrily.

“The slope here is too big”

Ruslan answered his complaint, "Even if it is sprinkled, it will roll to the bottom of the mountain."

"So you better pray you don't fall."

Habibullah said, "When we came here, a goat accidentally slipped down and it was blown away with almost no intact bones."

“It would be great if prayers were useful at this time.”

Ruslan grunted, and at the same time subconsciously tightened the donkey's belly, and held the two children and lowered her body again to lower her center of gravity.
To be continued...