"And you happen to be around here?" I asked.

"Yes. It's around here. Why else am I here so soon? Now Younis should be happy. His proudest student and his men returned alive. Hehe, just as he expected. Berezov said and took a puff on his cigarette.

I glanced at him and said, "Where is the old guy now?" How did he get his job done? “

"He's in Pakistan right now. As for his tasks, I don't know. I was transferred as soon as I came back. He said and pointed to me, "But looking at you like this, I think I'm lucky." Come back soon, maybe I'll have to follow you back to that damn place. “

"Have you and Paul really been to Afghanistan? Participated in the invasion of Afghanistan that year? I asked.

Berezov smiled and said: "We were very young then. And ... I pushed aside and pointed at Ashraf, "I guess he's older. A bunch of young people who don't understand anything. But fortunately, not long after we arrived, the war that had lasted nearly a decade could not be sustained. Otherwise... I guess I'll have to explain it there. ”

I nodded and said, "You're completely free now?" It's okay? ”

"Hmph." Berezov sneered, "I'm fine. Those guys, without mastering anything, know how to ask all kinds of questions. It's really boring to turn it over and ask. In the end, they didn't say anything, and I already knew what they were trying to say. ”

"Huh. Just make it clear. I smiled.

"Actually, it's not good. I accompanied Klinger to appear there. And that old guy died right in front of my eyes, and no matter what, it's a shame for me. It made me unable to lift my head, as if I was carrying a heavy burden on my back. Berezov said and took a heavy drag on his cigarette.

I snuffed out my cigarette and said, "Old fellow Younis has been busy taking revenge. I don't know if you've understood, but all of our actions in this period of time have revolved around revenge. Now that you're out, then you'll have a chance to get involved. ”

"Yes!" Speaking of this, Berezov suddenly became energetic, "I heard that after you got me out of Croatia, you went on another mission. Before I came here, I saw that the seventeenth round was much stronger than before, and now compared to before, it can be said that the soldiers are stronger. And that guy Paul is hiring trained and reliable combatants on a large scale, hehe. I think I have a great hope of washing away my shame. ”

"Seventeen rounds are too many?" I asked.

"yes. It's no longer just a few people you know and some outsiders. Now he's really a bit of a "bureau". Berezov said proudly.

"Where do we go when we get to Peshawar?" I asked.

"Back to Ukraine, of course. Where else to go? He said, gesturing at Ashraf, "But these guerrillas of yours ... ”

"Can't you take them with you?" I asked.

"Take it away, of course. But... Are you going to take them back with you? I mean Ukraine? Berezov asked.

I looked at Ashraf and Sadat, and that was a real problem. Of course I took Ashraf with me, but Sadat and his son and his guide... They are both MSL and do not know any Russian, and take all Orthodox Ukraine? Not to mention communication, they don't even have a place to go to the temple.

"So where do I take them? I'm going to have to get them a legal identity, right? I said.

"They're MSL, right? Then let them stay too far from home. Pakistan or Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan are all good. Berezov said.

"What about identity?" I asked, "I can't let them become beggars on the streets and black households without identity." Not only is there no place to live, but if they are caught, they may be held in refugee camps or sent back to Afghanistan. If so, then I have harmed them. “

"Uh... So what are you going to do? Get them a legal identity, and then what? Give a sum of money and another job? Berezov asked.

"That's for the best, of course. It's all about identity, they have to become locals. Become a legal citizen of that country. I replied.

"Okay." Berezov nodded, "When you see Younis, you can tell him yourself." I think with the ability of 17 rounds, this should be possible. “

After a night and a half-day journey, we approached Peshawar, but before entering the city, the car stopped in a small town outside Peshawar.

The car sat for a long time was actually a kind of torture, and as soon as the car stopped, the people in the carriage jumped out of the car one after another. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a man in an MSL robe walking towards me.

"Aha. My dear students! I knew you weren't going to be finished. Ha ha. With that, the man hugged me and slapped me on the back a few times.

After the old guy let go of me, I looked the old guy up and down and said, "Why are you dressed like this?" ”

"Do as the locals do. As slam alaikum。 The old guy said with an MSL greeting.

“alaikum Slam.“ I replied.

The old guy looked at me with a smile, "I don't think you know how to respond." “

I sneered and said, "There's a mosque near my house." And I spent most of the year in Chechens and a bunch of MSLs. Do you think I won't know what you say? “

"Haha. Don't say that. I've lived in Iraq for years. The old guy said and looked around, "What do you want to arrange with these people with you?" ”

I was about to speak, but he stopped, "Let me guess." He glanced at Ashraf, "That's Ahmed's man." Are you going to leave here with them? I have always been a caring student who wants to seek a better life for them. ”

"He's more than just Ahmed's man. He was the son of Ahmed. I said.

"Really?" Younis looked at me in surprise.

"Huh." I sneered and said, "Don't pretend. Don't you know? ”

"Huh." The old guy smiled casually, "Okay." What's your idea? ”

"Before I talk about them, I want to know what happened to the rest of your mission?" I asked.

The old guy naturally knew what I meant. When he heard me ask about this, he looked a little disappointed and said, "That guy didn't find it." It is said that he may have completed his mission and left. I think I'll have to find another chance next time. After saying that, he took a deep breath, "However, I have gained a lot this time. Akmall. Haha, you don't know how excited the father of this child was when I informed him of the news. ”

I nodded, "In that case." That's just right. Arrange for these MSL friends of mine to go to them. Give them an identity, and a sum of money. Let them live well. Except for Ahmet's son, of course, who has to go back to Ukraine with me. ”