Soviet Godfather

Seryozha immediately ran out of the cockpit. In the distance, a thin woman was struggling desperately, asking for help in Russian. Judging from her thin figure, this should be a woman who has not yet grown up.

"What's going on, why are there Soviets among the prisoners?" Seryozha asked the translator.

"It's impossible! I'll check the situation first and then I'll answer you!" The translator had a good attitude, and he was a little surprised by the Russian sound just now, but he didn't shirk it. He was probably also afraid that the fact that there were Soviets among the prisoners would affect the relationship between the two countries. He ran to the executioner standing on the high platform and started talking with the executioner in Pashto. After a while, the interpreter who asked clearly about the situation ran back.

"That girl is not from the Soviet Union, but from Afghanistan!" The translator, who had figured out the situation, breathed a sigh of relief.

"But he speaks Russian, what's the matter?" Seryozha continued.

"I don't know about this. I only know that she was sent here because she committed the crime of escaping marriage!" The translator also knew very little. The prisoner needs to be punished accordingly according to the outcome of the trial.

"Escape from marriage? Why do I think she's still a child! How old is she?" Seryozha felt a little unbelievable.

"About thirteen years old. It is said that she was sold by human traffickers to an old man in his sixties to be his wife, but she ran away before she got married." The translator's answer was a little lacking in confidence. After all, he had accepted it to a certain extent. Educated people don't quite agree with this kind of thing, but most people in this country still live by tradition, and even the law has to make compromises.

"What will happen to her, will she be stoned to death like those people just now?" Seryozha asked with concern.

"The executioner said that she was sentenced to be whipped and that she would receive one hundred lashes." The interpreter replied helplessly.

"One hundred blows? What's the difference between that and the death penalty?" Seryozha asked in a bad tone.

"That depends on her fate. If she is still alive, her husband will take her away." The translator sighed deeply in his heart.

"Seryozha, can we help him?" Yuri, who had been listening to Seryozha's conversation with the translator, couldn't sit still. He couldn't help talking.

"Yes! Platoon leader, save her!" The soldiers around Sergey couldn't help but want to help the girl. Many people heard the conversation between Sergey and the interpreter just now. With Yuri taking the lead, more people expressed sympathy for the girl.

Seryozha was caught in a dilemma. An Afghan girl who could speak Russian aroused the sympathy of many Soviet soldiers, and everyone was no longer as indifferent as they were to other Afghans. But Seryozha is not a reckless person without a brain. He knows that if he intervenes, it may cause diplomatic turmoil between the two countries, and he will completely screw Lebed.

The girl was quickly tied to a wooden stake, and a military police officer in charge of the execution slowly raised the whip and whipped it down hard. Seryozha could hear the crack of the whip through the air from a distance.

"Crack!" The place where the whip passed immediately left a blood spot on the clothes. Seryozha felt as if his heart had been pulled. The girl was in so much pain that she didn't even have time to yell, and the executioner immediately whipped her again.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Sergey couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled the interpreter aside, and asked anxiously: "Is there any way to stop them, she will be beaten to death."

"You know sir! This is the law of our country! You can't interfere with us!" Although the interpreter wanted to help, there was nothing he could do.

"I have no intention of offending the laws of your country, and I respect your country's law enforcement power.

But we really can't just watch her being beaten to death like this, can you think of a solution? "Seryozha said to the translator with a little pleading.

As soon as Seryozha finished speaking, the girl's cries in the distance disappeared. The military police in charge of the execution stopped their actions and went forward to check. It turned out that the girl had passed out. The military police poured a ladle of water on the girl's face from a wooden bucket beside her, and the girl slowly woke up. The military police station returned to the original place, and once again raised the whip in their hands.

"Hurry up and think of a way, for God's sake!" Seryozha couldn't help feeling a little angry when he saw the interpreter who was hesitant to speak.

"It's not that there is no way, but I'm afraid that you won't agree if you say it." The translator couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw the angry Seryozha.

"What way? As long as it can make them stop, you can do anything!" Sergey replied anxiously.

"You can spend some money and buy that girl from her husband." The translator's voice became weaker and weaker when he said the next few words.

"Okay! No problem! I'll pay for it!" At this time, saving people was the most important thing, and Sergey could not care so much.

"Wait a minute! I'm going to talk to her family!" After the translator finished speaking, he ran towards the crowd and said a few words loudly. Soon an old man in the crowd raised his hand, and he walked slowly into the crowd in front of. Immediately afterwards, the translator yelled a few words at the military police in charge of the execution, and the military police stopped what they were doing.

The translator chatted with the old man, and soon ran over to report to Seryozha. "He said he exchanged this girl with a donkey. If you want to buy it, you can give him the money for two donkeys."

"No problem!" Seryozha agreed without even thinking about it. Saving people was like putting out a fire. He ran to the old man with the translator. He took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a ruble with the largest denomination, handed it to the translator, and asked, "Is that enough?"

"Enough!" The translator took the money and handed it to the old man, but unexpectedly the old man waved his hand and refused to take it. The translator then began to argue with the old man.

Standing by the side, Seryozha couldn't understand what they were talking about. He pulled the translator's sleeve, and the translator turned around and said helplessly to Seryozha: "This guy said he changed his mind. The two donkeys are really It’s too cheap, he wants four donkeys’ money. He said the girl is pretty, and he hasn’t touched it yet, so it’s worth the price.”

Seryozha was so mad with anger that he took another bill from his wallet and handed it over. This time the old man wasn't playing any tricks, he readily took the money and put it in his arms. Then he stretched out his right hand while saying something. Seryozha looked at the interpreter suspiciously, and the interpreter immediately said: "He said that you have good eyesight, and that girl is very beautiful, and you will not suffer from this deal."

Seryozha didn't want to make trouble, he reached out his hand and shook it with the old man, then immediately turned and ran to the girl. The translator said a few words to the military police who were executing the execution. The military police stopped flogging the girl, and he packed up his things and turned to leave.

Seryozha ran to the girl. The girl's face was bloodless, her lips were pale, and there were deep teeth marks on her lower lip, which were bleeding from her bite. The girl leaned against the wooden stake unconsciously, her eyes were tightly closed, but it could be seen that her eyeballs were still moving.

Her back was covered with whip marks, and the girl's clothes had been soaked in blood, and the clothes were all torn by the whip. Seryozha untied the girl from the ropes and lowered her slowly from the stake, trying not to touch her wound.

"Hiss!" Although Seryozha was very careful, the girl's wound was still involved, and the girl slowly woke up because of the wound. Seryozha didn't dare to move. He watched the girl in his arms weakly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes slowly parted, and a drop of tear slid down her tall nose and landed on the dry ground. superior.

"What's your name!" Seryozha asked in Russian.

"Ka~~ Karim!" The girl replied in Russian with difficulty.