"Soraya and Joya?"

"That's right"

Kirill nodded, "They are now nurses in the clinic run by my adoptive father."

"That Vader..."

“It’s a pity”

Kirill shook his head, "I went to Montpellier, France several times, but I still couldn't find this person."

"So you are Italian now?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

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Kirill said something perfunctory as if he suddenly lost interest, and then increased the speed of the car even higher.

During the long journey that followed, Kirill talked to himself about all the things that happened when he took his children to escape from Afhan.

Talk about how Marcelo's family helped them obtain Italian citizenship, talk about their embarrassing situation when he rushed to Moscow as an Italian to find his adoptive father's family after the collapse of the Soviet Union, and also talked about the hardships they went through in order to leave Russia.

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But the only thing that is not mentioned here, or that Kirill is unwilling or even afraid to mention, is the family members of Ruslan and others.

Finally, amidst Kirill's self-focused topics and self-focused narration, the car finally crossed the border at midnight and drove smoothly into the gate of the refugee camp.

"Maybe it's time for me to leave Afhan"

Kirill stepped on the brakes and looked at Wei Ran and said, "I still killed people in Afhan. It's time for me to leave here."

"Never come back here again," Wei Ran blessed in the rising white light, and at the same time, he saw Kirill seem to be handing something to him.

When the white light dissipated, Wei Ran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He finally returned to his familiar underground studio.

He rubbed his temples tiredly. He had never felt so physically and mentally exhausted.

This time was different from any other time. The changes in the Soviet Union before and after the war, and the changes in Afhan after that war. For him as an "insider", he was caught between the guerrillas and Soviet soldiers. He didn't even understand

Know which side you should "stand on".

He sympathized with the invaded Afkhan and the guerrillas who were like moths to a flame, and also sympathized with Kirill and others who were "deceived" to fight in Afkhan in a sense.

But he also knew that the Soviet Union was the aggressor in a substantial sense, and that Afhan would launch a bloody revenge in Grozny a few years later.

Inexplicably, he remembered what Kirill once said, "War is a mess made up of tragedies and corpses mixed together.

No matter how hard those of us who are wrapped in the mud struggle, war is still a war and mud is still mud."

Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran finally looked at the metal book spread on the table and the lines of text written by the metal quill:

Imperial Cemetery

On January 14, 1988, Afhan guerrilla Abdul was killed in an ambush. Soviet pilot Ivan Rodkin and helicopter gunner Kamzat Pliyev were killed in an ambush. Mechanic Ruslan

Petrov and military doctor Kirill Polyakov were captured.

On the 15th, military doctor Kirill Polyakov delivered twins to the female guerrilla Ayana.

On the 16th, captive Ruslan Petrov fell into a minefield and died in action to save the son of partisan Ayana.

On the 17th, guerrilla Habibullah was killed in action after stepping on a landmine, and guerrilla Multaza was injured.

On the 18th, in order to protect the children, the guerrillas Mahbub, Hakim and Ayana took the initiative to draw fire from Soviet fighter jets and were killed one after another. The captive Kirill suffered a fracture while trying to avoid the landslide and falling rocks.

On the night of the 18th, after consultation, Kirill and the surviving war orphans Multaza, Soraya, Qiaoya and Ayana's son returned to the rest point to recuperate.

While recovering from his injuries, Multaza and others named the twins Habibullah and Hakim respectively.

On April 15, 1988, Kirill decided to take Multaza and other war orphans to Kabul to seek help from friends and leave Afhan for France.

On the night of the 15th, with the assistance of Marcelo, a trauma doctor from the Red Cross Kabul Representative Office, they secretly left Afhan with the war orphans in a transport vehicle. During this period, Multaza jumped out of the vehicle on the way and disappeared.

At the end of May of the same year, after traveling to many places, Kirill and others successfully rushed to Italy and hid in Marcelo's clinic. Later, with Marcelo's help, they successively obtained Italian citizenship in 1990 and went to Montpellier, France to search for him.

Hakeem's girlfriend Vida Said failed.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Kirill went to Moscow to secretly meet his adoptive father and his girlfriend, and took his adoptive father and his family to Italy to settle down and adopt war orphans Soraya and others.

In the winter of 1992, Kirill went to Afghanistan with Marcelo as a Red Cross medical volunteer to provide medical rescue services.

On the night of April 15, 1988, war orphan Multaza escaped from his car and headed to Kandahar alone. After two years of wandering and begging, he joined the student army and participated in the civil war.

In the winter of 1993, Multaza was captured in battle and was rescued by an unexpected encounter with Kirill.

In January 1994, Kirill and Marcelo left Afghanistan with Murtaza and returned to Italy.

In 1997, Multaza married Soraya and had a son and a daughter named Mahbub and Ayana.

In 1999, Kirill unexpectedly learned that his friend Ruslan's widow and daughter had immigrated to the United States. Multaza brought Ruslan's belongings and secretly delivered them to her residence on her birthday.

In the winter of 2001, Multaza said goodbye to his wife and children and returned to Afhan alone to join the war.

In the spring of 2004, Multaza was killed in a U.S. bombing raid.

In Wei Ran's sigh of regret and joy, the metal book wrote down brief information about two seemingly unrelated people, but they are the spiritual support of some people:

Afhan refugee Vida Said was killed in a Soviet helicopter rocket attack while fleeing Afghanistan with his family in 1980.

Ninel Polyakov, a Soviet military doctor, was captured in a helicopter crash in the spring of 1980 and died of serious injuries the next day.

After writing this, the metal quill started a new line and wrote a string of addresses in La Spezia, Italy. This address was a clinic - Polyakov Private Clinic.

"call--"

Wei Ran let out a long sigh. Fortunately, someone finally survived this time.

At the same time, the metal quill also started another line and wrote what Kirill once said: War is a mess made up of one tragedy after another and one corpse after another.

No matter how hard those of us who are wrapped in the mud struggle, war is still a war and mud is still mud.

Amidst the sound of turning pages, a red vortex appeared on the back of the light yellow paper, and the metal quill also wrote the last line of text: It is difficult to establish friendship, but to destroy it

Friendship is easy, all it takes is a war.

It was what Mahbub said at the beginning...

Wei Ran shook his head feebly. After trying to take out the things in the red vortex to no avail, he simply put away the metal book, stood up unsteadily and walked to the middle of the studio, and tried to take out the things inside again.

However, when he saw this "reward", he couldn't help but be stunned. It was the KPV heavy machine gun with a mountain anti-aircraft tripod that was used to ambush the Soviet helicopter!

Next to this heavy machine gun, there is a 50-liter iron oil drum.

This oil barrel not only contained the bullet chain with more than two hundred rounds of 14.5 mm caliber machine gun bullets, but also several large and small sealed film tubes and a miniature camera!

After a moment of silence, Wei Ran carefully picked up the films one by one, and then put away the anti-aircraft heavy machine gun that symbolized the beginning and the end.

But inevitably, he thought of the last line of defense on the small island on Lake Ladoga.

If those anti-aircraft militiamen who resisted the invaders were alive, would they sympathize with the invaded Afhan or...

At least Kirill must have a clear conscience, right? Maybe...

Sitting back on the chair at the table, Wei lit a cigarette and thought over and over about these extremely pessimistic questions that were destined to have no answers.

When the cigarette burned out, he finally took out the Guqin Yaoguang, closed his eyes and played the Guangling San song he first learned to calm down the mood filled with the desire for destruction.

Until the song ended, Wei Ran let out a long sigh again, put away the guqin and its case, and absently looked at the content written on the note on the table, then lit it and threw it into the ashtray, waiting for it to be completely

After it is burned out, use cigarette butts to smash it into pieces.

This investigation was to help Nineel. Even though he had ten thousand reasons to want to meet the surviving people, he just kept it in his heart and left everything to Nineel and let him do it for him.

After adjusting his mood, he got up and walked out of the basement of the library, heading towards the home next door under the heavy falling snow.
Chapter completed!