"Yelena"

A trace of nostalgia that could not be hidden appeared on Kirill's face, "Yelena Gramovna, she is a petite and beautiful girl who likes riding motorcycles and hunting. Her marksmanship is very good."

"She actually wanted to see the photos you took in Afhan, right?" Wei Ran asked.

"Why bother telling it?"

Kirill paused and said, "The longing is too strong, and it will be turned into 200 goods and sent back."

Before Wei Ran could speak, Kirill looked at Mahbub and others in the distance, "We may not even have a chance to be turned into cargo 200 and sent back."

"So if you can go back alive"

Wei Ran dispelled the other party's pessimism with a hypothesis, "Then do you plan to inform Ruslan's family?"

"I have no idea"

Kirill paused, "But I will definitely hide it from his daughter and keep this secret until she becomes an adult."

"This is probably the kindest approach."

Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief and didn't ask any more questions. He just stirred the milk tea that was about to boil with his paratrooper knife, then tore off another piece of mutton and put it into his mouth.

"It is also the most cruel method"

Kirill sighed, "I want to go home, back to Moscow, to meet my Yelena and marry her."

"You will go back"

Wei Ran responded absently, but a deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

He can't change history. Like Kirill on the other side of the campfire, he has no idea what will happen next or who will lose their life next and how.
Chapter completed!