Soviet Godfather

　　 It turns out that although it has been a long time since Hafizola has contacted Hafizola, Hafizola still regards Yusuf as a close friend. At this moment, Yusuf looked at Hafizola, who had become a hero of the Afghans, and couldn't help feeling full of emotions.

Since being threatened by the Soviets that day, Yusuf had to choose to surrender. Maybe he would not be so cowardly when he was 20 years old. He was accustomed to the life of the Soviets and was accustomed to the fetters and spine of his wife and children. For the current Yusuf, it is simply a luxury. The Soviets gave him three days to consider. On the third night, Yusuf agreed to the Soviets' request. At that time, he felt that he had sold his soul to the devil.

　　 Yusuf gave the compensation he received from the Russians to his family, and he left Kabul overnight. Yusuf had appeared in the mountains of Paghman in the morning. He was soon captured by guerrillas. After he showed his friendship with Hafizola, he was detained in a dry cave. The guerrillas who took care of him told him that someone had already begun to verify his identity and would kill him as soon as they found that he had a problem.

Yusuf finished his lunch in panic. In the afternoon, two other guys who hadn't shown up drove a pickup to greet him warmly. The attitude was very different from that in the morning. He knew in his heart. The guerrillas have confirmed his identity, and he will meet Hafizola soon. Sure enough, after being blindfolded and bumping on the mountain road for more than an hour, he was taken to where Hafizola was hiding.

　　 Hafizola, who had not seen him for many years, personally opened the door for him, and then hugged Yusuf tightly, not caring about the huge identity gap between the two. Yusuf felt ashamed, and Hafizola's enthusiasm made him more painful, but for the lives of himself and his family, he would continue to pretend.

　　 "I really didn't expect you to come here and run to me. We haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we?" Hafizola and Yusuf walked to Hafizola's residence side by side.

　　 "Yeah! I really can't live in Kabul so I came to you. You are now a hero that no one knows." Yusuf flattered Hafizola from time to time.

　　 "We don't talk about this, I am so happy that you can come here to fight the Soviets with us." Hafizola didn't look down on Yusuf at all, on the contrary, he valued Yusuf's friend very much.

"I'm glad to see you again. I've had enough of those Soviet people. If it weren't for the family, alas..." As soon as the family member Yusuf felt melancholy, he didn't look at it. Fizzola's eyes.

"What's the matter? Take all your relatives to Paghman. I promise that they will live well here. I have no children. I can treat your children like my own, and wait for them to grow up. When they are older, I will send them to study abroad..." Hafizola excitedly said endlessly. Yusuf had something in his heart, so he could only respond to Hafizola without a single match.

　　 Throughout the afternoon, Hafizola took Yusuf to visit their camp, and Yusuf saw scenes he had never dreamed of. Volunteers from all over the world in the training camp are receiving this training, and soon they will be on the front line against the Soviets. The warehouse was filled with American aid materials and seized Soviet materials. The people here are no longer as numb, lifeless, and at the mercy of others like the Afghans in Kabul. On the contrary, Yusuf saw the long-lost vigor and high morale in them.

　　 "How about, Yusuf, I'm not bad here!" At dinner, Hafizola drove everyone out, and the two of them sat together for dinner and tea. Yousuf no longer remembers when it was the last time he did this, he felt that he was also a lot younger. Not far away, a full moon hung in the sky, bright moonlight shining on the distant mountains, and the valley was very quiet.

　　 Yusuf’s thoughts at the moment were all focused on a ring in his hand, which was given to him by the Soviets. It contains venom that can kill Hafizola. The venom is colorless and tasteless. As long as you gently touch the gemstone on the ring when pouring tea to Hafizola, the venom can fall without knowing it. In the tea. He tried it once with the Soviets, and it turned out to be a good thing to kill people invisible, but Yusuf was cruel at the moment.

　　 Hafizola realized that Yusuf suddenly became a little strange, and seemed to be distracted, so he asked: "What's the matter! My brother, are you sick?"

　　 Yusuf quickly recovered. He still didn't dare to make contact with Hafizola's eyes. At this moment, he was as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles. He seemed to have a balance in his heart, one side was the safety of his family, and the other side was Hafizola's friendship. He grabbed a teacup with a slightly trembling hand, poured a cup of tea into it, and finally touched the mechanism in his hand cruelly. Holding the cup in his hand, he was thinking about the Soviet warning that the poison would not start to work until 24 hours later, during which time he could escape from here.

　　 "Why? Didn't this cup of tea be poured for me?" Hafizola took the cup and waited for a long time, but Yusuf didn't respond. So he asked. His words interrupted Yusuf's contemplation again, and Yusuf hurriedly handed over the tea cup, his movements were a bit big, and a lot of tea was poured.

"You are very strange tonight! Do you miss your family?" Hafizola, who took the teacup, didn't drink it, but put it on hand. He sighed, and then continued: "Family! Aha! Budul used to eat with me, and since his death I can only eat by myself!"

　　 Hafizola's words surprised Yusuf. He knew Abdul, but he didn't expect Abdul to be dead. He quickly asked, "How did he die?"

　　 "He was beaten to death by the Soviets, I buried him there!" Hafizola said, pointing to a piece of flat ground in the distance.

Yusuf was shocked at the moment, and his conscience was questioning himself: "Abdul is dead, and only Hafizola is left in the Wardak family. Is it really so cruel, Yusuf? Kill him, the Wardak family will no longer have an heir, and the Paghmans will have no leader for their great cause of resisting aggression. Is that what you want, Yusuf?"

　　 Hafizola raised the tea cup and toasted to Yusuf, and then slowly moved it to his lips to drink it. At this moment, the quilt in Hafizola's hand was severely beaten aside by Yusuf.

　　 "I'm sorry Hafizola, I am an assassin sent by the Soviets!" Yusuf faced Hafizola's gaze and said frankly.

　　 Hafizola patted her chest with her hand, then put her hand on Yusuf's shoulder, and looked at Yusuf with a smile. Yusuf knows what this means. This gesture was learned when they were at the Kabul Military Academy. It means I believe you.