Soviet Godfather

Facts have proved that although Hafizola has not been in contact with Hafizola for a long time, Hafizola still regards Yousuf as a close friend. At this moment, Yusuf looked at Hafizollah, who has become a hero of the Afghans, and couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.

Ever since he was threatened by the Soviets that day, Yusuf had no choice but to give in. Maybe he wasn’t so cowardly when he was 20 years old. For Yousuf now, it is simply a luxury. The Soviets gave him three days to think about it, and Yusuf agreed to the Soviets' request on the third night. At that time, he felt that he had sold his soul to the devil.

Yusuf left Kabul overnight after handing over the payment he received from the Russians to his family. In the morning, Yusuf had already appeared in the mountains of Paghman. Soon some guerrillas captured him. After he revealed his friendship with Hafizollah, he was held in a dry cave. The guerrillas in charge of guarding him told him that someone had already begun to verify his identity, and that if he was found to be a problem, he would be killed immediately.

Yousuf finished his lunch in anxiety. In the afternoon, two guys who hadn't shown up drove a pickup truck to greet him enthusiastically. Their attitudes were very different from those in the morning. He knew in his heart Guerrilla has identified him and he is due to meet Hafizollah soon. Sure enough, after more than an hour of being bumped and blindfolded on the mountain road, he was taken to Hafizollah's hiding place.

Hafizollah, who hadn't seen him for many years, opened the car door for him, and then hugged Yusuf tightly, not caring about the huge difference in status between the two. Yousuf felt ashamed, and Hafizola's enthusiasm made him suffer even more, but for the sake of his own and his family's lives, he continued to pretend.

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

"That's right! I really couldn't survive in Kabul, so I came to you. Now you are a hero that everyone knows." Yusuf flattered Hafizola from time to time.

"Let's not talk about this between us. I'm so happy that you can come here to fight the Soviets with us." Hafizollah didn't look down on Yusuf at all. On the contrary, he attached great importance to Yusuf, a friend.

"I'm also very happy to see you again. I've had enough of those Soviet people. If it wasn't for my family, alas..." When he mentioned the melancholy in his family member Yusuf's heart, he didn't face it. Fizzola's eyes.

"What's the matter, bring your relatives to Pagman, I promise they will live well here, I don't have children, I can treat your children like my own children, when they grow up When I grow up, I will send them to study abroad..." Hafizollah talked excitedly, but Yusuf had something on his mind, so he could only respond to Hafizollah in a mixed way.

Throughout the afternoon, Hafizollah took Yusuf around their camp, and Yusuf saw things he had never dreamed of. Volunteers from all over the world are being trained in the training camp, and soon they will also be on the front lines against the Soviets. Warehouses were filled with American aid, as well as captured Soviet supplies. The people here are no longer as numb, lifeless, and at the mercy of others as the Afghans in Kabul. On the contrary, Yusuf saw in them the long-lost vitality and high-spirited fighting spirit.

"How is it, Yusuf, I'm not bad here!" During dinner, Hafizollah drove everyone out, and the two of them just sat together to eat and drink tea. Yousuf couldn't remember the last time this happened, he felt as if he was much younger. Not far away, a full moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the mountains in the distance.

Very quiet in the valley.

Yousuf's thoughts at this moment are all focused on a ring on his hand, which was given to him by the Soviets. It contains venom that can kill Hafizollah. The venom is colorless and odorless. Yousuf just needs to touch the gemstone on the ring lightly when pouring tea for Hafizollah, and the venom will fall without anyone noticing. in the tea. He tried it once with the Soviets, and it really is a good thing that kills people invisible, but it's a pity that Yousuf just can't bear it now.

Hafizollah noticed that Yusuf suddenly became a little strange and seemed to be distracted all the time, so he asked, "What's wrong! My brother, are you sick?"

Yousuf quickly came back to his senses, he still didn't dare to make eye contact with Hafizola, at this moment he felt as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles. He seems to have a balance in his heart, one is the safety of his family, and the other is Hafizollah's friendship. He grabbed a teacup with a slightly trembling hand, poured a cup of tea into it, and finally set his heart to touch the mechanism in his hand. Cup in hand, he pondered the Soviet warning that the poison would take 24 hours to take effect, during which time he could escape.

"What? Isn't this cup of tea poured for me?" Hafizollah waited for a long time for Yusuf's hand to take the cup, but Yusuf didn't respond, so he asked out loud. His words interrupted Yousuf's contemplation again, and Yousuf quickly handed over the teacup with a big movement, spilling a lot of tea.

"You are very strange tonight! Do you miss your family?" Hafizola, who took the teacup, didn't drink it, but put it in his hand. He sighed, and then continued: "Family! Ah! Abdul used to eat with me a lot, and since his death I've had to eat alone!"

Yousuf was taken aback by Hafizollah's words. 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, and I buried him there!" Hafizollah said, pointing to a flat land in the distance.

Yousuf was shocked at this moment, his conscience was torturing himself: "Abdul is dead, and only Hafizollah is left in the Wardak family, is it really necessary to be so cruel, Yousuf? Kill him, and the Wardak family will have no more heirs, and the Paghmans will no longer have a leader in their resistance to aggression, is this what you want, Yusuf?"

Hafizollah raised his teacup, saluted Yousuf, and then slowly moved it to his lips to drink it down. At this moment, the quilt in Hafizollah's hand was severely beaten aside by Yousuf.

"I'm sorry Hafizollah, I'm an assassin sent by the Soviets!" Yusuf said frankly, looking into Hafizollah's gaze.

Hafizollah patted his chest with his hands, then put his hands on Yousuf's shoulders, and looked at Yousuf with a smile. Yusuf knew what it meant, it was a gesture they had learned at the Kabul Military Academy, which meant I believe in you.