As it turned out, although he hadn't been in contact with Hafizzola for a long time, Hafizzola still regarded Yusuf as a close friend.
At this moment, Yusuf looked at Hafizola, who had become a hero of the Afghans, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Since that day he was threatened by the Soviets, Yusuf had to choose to give in, maybe he would not be so cowardly when he was 20 years old, he was used to living a submissive life under the Soviets, and he was used to the fetters of his wife and children, and his backbone was simply a luxury for Yusuf now.
The Soviets gave him three days to think about it, and Yusuf agreed to the Soviets' request on the third night, when he felt that he had sold his soul to the devil.
Yusuf handed over the payment he received from the Russians to his family, after which he left Kabul overnight.
In the morning, Yusuf had already appeared in the mountains of Pagman.
Soon he was captured by partisan elements.
After he made a statement of his friendship with Hafizzola, he was held in a dry cave.
The guerrillas who guarded him told him that someone had begun to verify his identity and would kill him as soon as they found something wrong with him.
Yusuf had finished his lunch in a state of apprehension, and in the afternoon two more faceless men came to greet him warmly in a pickup truck, and his attitude was very different from that of the morning, and he knew in his heart that the guerrillas had confirmed his identity, and that he would soon meet Hafizzola.
Sure enough, after being blindfolded and bumping on the mountain road for more than an hour, he was taken to where Hafizola was hiding.
Hafizzola, who had not seen him for many years, personally opened the car door for him, and then hugged Yusuf tightly, not caring at all about the huge identity gap between the two.
Yusuf felt guilty that Hafizzola's enthusiasm made him even more painful, but for the sake of his own life and his family's life, he continued to pretend.
"I really didn't expect you to come here to join me, we haven't seen each other in a long time, haven't we" Hafizzola and Yusuf walked side by side towards Hafizzola's residence.
"Yes, I really can't survive in Kabul, so I came to you, you are now a big hero that everyone knows."
Yusuf's words flattered Hafizola from time to time.
"Let's not talk about this between us, I'm so glad you can come here and fight the Soviets with us."
Hafizzola did not look down on Yusuf at all, on the contrary, he attached great importance to Yusuf as a friend.
"I'm glad to see you again, I'd have had enough of those Soviets, if it weren't for my family, alas...
When it came to the melancholy in the heart of his family member Yusuf, he didn't look at the eyes of Hafizzola.
"What's the matter, bring all your relatives to Pugman, I promise they will live well here, I don't have children, I can treat your children like my own children, and when they grow up I will send them abroad..."
Hafizzola said excitedly, Yusuf had something on his mind, and he could only respond to Hafizzola without a match.
Throughout the afternoon, Hafizzola took Yusuf around to visit their camp, and Yusuf saw a sight he never dreamed of.
Volunteers from all over the world are being trained in the camp and will soon be on the front lines against the Soviets.
The warehouses were filled with aid from the Americans, as well as captured Soviet supplies.
The people here are no longer numb, lifeless, and at the mercy of others like the Afghans in Kabul, but Yusuf sees in them a long-lost vigor and high fighting spirit.
"How about it, Yusuf, I'm not bad here," and at supper, Hafizzola threw everyone out, and the two of them sat down together to eat and drink tea.
Yusuf couldn't remember the last time he did this, and he felt as if he was a lot younger.
Not far away, a full moon hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight shone on the mountains in the distance, and the valley was very quiet.
Yusuf's mind at the moment was all focused on a ring on his hand, which was given to him by the Soviets.
It contains a venom that can kill Hafizzola, the venom is colorless and odorless, and Yusuf only needs to gently touch the gem on the ring when pouring Hafizzolla's tea, and the venom can fall into the tea without noticing.
He tried it once with the Soviets, and it was really a good thing to kill people invisibly, but unfortunately Yusuf was ruthless at the moment.
Hafizzola noticed 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 came back to his senses, he still didn't dare to make eye contact with Hafizzola, and he felt as uncomfortable as pins and needles at the moment.
It was as if there was a balance in his heart, with the safety of his family on one side and Hafizzola's friendship on the other.
He grabbed a teacup with a slightly trembling hand, poured a cup of tea into it, and finally relentlessly touched the mechanism in his hand.
With a cup in his hand, he pondered the Soviets' warning that it would take 24 hours for the poison to take effect, during which time he could escape from here.
"Why didn't this cup of tea pour it for me" Hafizzolla took the cup and waited for a long time Yusuf didn't react, so he asked.
His words interrupted Yusuf's musings again, and Yusuf hurriedly handed over the teacup, making a little big movements, and spilling a lot of tea.
"You're very strange tonight, do you miss your family" Hafizzola, who took the teacup, did not drink it, but put it in his hand, he sighed, and then continued: "Family, Abdul used to eat with me, and since he died, I have been able to eat alone" Hafizzola's words surprised Yusuf, he knew Abdul, but he didn't expect Abdul to be dead, he hurriedly asked: "How did you die?"
"He was killed by the Soviets, and I buried him there," Hafizolla said, pointing to a flat field in the distance.
Yusuf was shocked at the moment, and his conscience was torturing himself: "Abdul is dead, and the Wardak family is left with only Hafizolla alone, is it really so cruel, Yusuf kills him, and the Vardak family has no heir, and the Paghman people's great cause of resisting the invasion has no leader, is this what you want, Yusuf" Hafizzola raised her teacup in a salute to Yusuf, then slowly moved it to her lips to drink it down.
At this moment, the quilt in Hafizzola's hand was struck aside by Yusuf.
"I'm sorry Hafizzola, I'm an assassin sent by the Soviets," Yusuf said frankly, looking into Hafizzola's gaze.
Hafizzola patted her chest with her hand, then put her hand on Yusuf's shoulder and looked at Yusuf with a smile.
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Yusuf knows what this means, this gesture was learned when they were at the Kabul Military Academy, meaning I believe you. t1706231537: