In Afghanistan, in the Soviet Embassy, Yevgeny, who was in charge of intelligence, was having a headache over the selection of the Assassins, and Leningrad was a big problem for him. The forces entrenched in Pagman www.biquge.info were originally just a group of bandits of average strength, and they were not high on the Soviet Union's list of threats to Afghanistan. But who would have thought that a chance paratrooper assessment accident, a video of Hafizollah Qasim Wardak, made this bandit gradually famous, and its strength increased day by day. The power of the Pughman forces has swelled so fast that the intelligence services have not had time to react. Now the old men in Leningrad are actually planning an assassination attempt, damn it, Hafizola doesn't even have a single Soviet intelligence officer in his ranks, it's whimsical.

Although Yevgeny was dissatisfied, he still had to obey the orders sent from Leningrad, and now he had the most troublesome problem with the selection of the Assassins. The Soviets don't have to think about it, no matter how good the local agents are, they can't get in, and their looks and language are all barriers. Therefore, candidates can only be selected from among Afghans. In the current situation, it seems that there are not many suitable candidates, and it is more suitable to choose only one guy named Yusuf after choosing for a long time.

This Yusuf, like Hafizzola, graduated from the Kabul Military Academy and served in the army together, and it is said that the two had a good personal relationship, but after Hafizollah was selected for the presidential guard, the contact between the two gradually became less. After the outbreak of the war in Afghanistan, Hafizollah returned to his hometown to organize a guerrilla army, while Yusuf remained in the Afghan government army to this day. Youssef now works for the Afghan government forces guarding Kabul airport, and his large family of four wives and ten children comes from Yusuf's stipend for serving in the Afghan army. Yevgeny believed that with a little bit of maneuvering, he should be able to force him to comply. Thinking of this, Yevgeny immediately called and left the embassy.

Yevgeny did not intend to contact Yusuf through the Afghan government, because he felt that there were too many eyes and ears of the Afghan government, and perhaps Yevgeny had just revealed a little bit of news, and Hafizola, who was hiding in the mountains, knew everything. So he chose to talk directly to Youssef, just as he did when he was back home.

Yevgeny and his men sat in the car and waited for Yusuf, and the Afghan security personnel at the airport were rotated, changing posts every eight hours, and Yusuf would go home after work. When a large number of people came out of the airport one after another, Yevgeny recognized Yusuf at a glance. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, started the car and leaned over with an acceleration. The two subordinates sitting in the back row quickly jumped out of the car when they approached Youssef, and the two of them grabbed Yusuf left and right, and put a black cloth cover on Yousuf's head and pulled him directly into the car. Immediately after the success, Yevgeny drove away from the scene.

Yusuf, who was tied to the car, struggled until something hard was pressed against his waist. Yevgeny's actions just now were so fast that Yusuf didn't see clearly who had kidnapped him, so he asked: "Are you mistaken?" I'm just a poor ordinary person. ”

"I'm sorry I had to invite you in this way to forgive us for our recklessness." Yevgeny answered him in fluent Pashto.

"Are you sheng fighters? What are you trying to do with me? Yusuf said fearfully that a native Afghan like him, who worked for the Afghan government, would never end well once he was captured by radical fighters.

"No, it's not, please forgive us for not revealing our identities." After Yevgeny said this, he stopped talking. The car drove all the way to a remote place. Yevgeny's men pulled Yusuf out of the car and took him straight to a room, where he removed his hood.

The light in the room was very dazzling, and Yusuf was used to the fact that his dark eyes were not used to this kind of strong light, and it took Yusuf a long time before he opened his eyes. He saw a blonde white male at a glance.

"Russians?" Yusuf said uncertainly.

"Mr. Yusuf, we apologize once again for our reckless actions, please understand that we have our own sufferings!" Yevgeny said in a kind tone, trying to get Yusuf to agree to his plan as much as possible.

Yusuf, though resentful, had no intention of going against the Soviets, he just wondered why the Soviets had arrested him, so he asked, "Can you tell me what you called me for?" ”

"For the sake of your old classmates, and also for your old friends!" As he spoke, Yevgeny pulled out a picture from his pocket and slowly pushed him in front of Yusuf.

"Hafizzola! I've been out of contact with him for a long time, and now that we're working for different factions, we're not friends anymore! Yusuf had an old and dead expression, and he didn't want to have anything to do with the Sheng fighters in front of the Soviets.

"Nope! We want you to remain friends, just as you did when you worked together. Do us need you to do us a favor? Yevgeny was vaguely expressing his purpose.

"Do you want me to be a spy for Hafizzola? Stop dreaming, they'll kill me when they find out. As soon as Yusuf heard it, he knew what the Soviets wanted him to do, he still had a family to raise, how could he go?

"No, it's not to be a spy, we want you to go to Pugman and find a chance to kill Hafizzola, we won't let you do it in vain, we will repay you well after the deed!" Yevgeny put a cup of hot tea in front of Yusuf.

"What if I don't go?" Yusuf felt that these Russians were simply pushing him to a dead end, and even if he died, he didn't want to harm his friends.

"I've heard that you have a large family to support and that you are planning to move your family to Pakistan. If you help us with this, we can help you make it happen. If you refuse, it's hard to say? ”

Yevgeny took out the photos of Yusuf's family and put them in front of Yusuf one by one, and at a glance it was clear that they had been taken without the knowledge of the person concerned, and these Russians forced themselves with the lives of their own families.

"Shame on you!" Yusuf couldn't help but scolded angrily.

"Sometimes, for the sake of my homeland, I have to do something bad." Yevgeny did not take Yusuf's words to heart at all. Yusuf looked at the photos of his relatives on the table and hugged his head in despair.