I had been scared to meet her before. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info really met, but there are not so many fluctuations in the heart. She sat quietly by the unmelted Moskva River, as if ...... It's like waiting for me for hundreds of years......

"How did you know I was coming here......" My voice grew softer and quieter, and finally disappeared completely. She had her back to me, and I couldn't see her face clearly, and I couldn't hear her inner workings. I've been proud of my mind reading many times, but I'm at a loss at the moment.

"I know you too well." As far as I know, Daxia's voice has revealed helplessness and bitterness countless times, but this one is definitely the most terrifying. I betrayed her, and there was a moment, I swear, I had made her an enemy.

"No one dares to say they know me." I turned around slightly, and the girl behind me stood up and shouted: "In the name of Marx, if you dare to leave here now, we will be enemies in the future!"

Enemy...... Would I care if I had one less member of such a group? I smiled wryly, for me it was one of the most ridiculous threats I've ever heard.

But I didn't dare to try it. Stop, turn around, everything is subconscious, although my sanity tells me not to ignore her. It's going to be a storm. I myself can't believe that in the heart of the desert, emotional seeds can be planted. I heard that the people who can fight Yuri's mind control either have a deep hatred or ...... It's fraternity without borders...... But so far, the only method of confrontation that the Allies and coalitions have been able to cultivate for their elite units is hatred. The Delta Special Forces are made up of survivors of the most tragic battlefields, and the Storm Team is simply orphans and outcasts who have been cultivated from childhood to adulthood, and half of the cadets can be "eliminated" just by training.

"Come here, sit down." There was no mind control, but I still walked over obediently like a puppet and sat down next to the bench she was. The street lamps were unfortunately broken, the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, and my already poor eyesight could now see Daxia's expression even harder.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Darsha asked a little sadly, "Why...... When it comes to real big things, I'm not as good as your new adjutant Sergei, I don't even have the slightest right to know! "It was soft at first, and then it suddenly sounded. I shook my head and replied, "No way. What the prime minister has decided will not be able to pull back even eighty horses, and what you say will not only backfire, but also cause him to hold a grudge. I'm sorry, I know he's your father, but I really don't have a good impression of Comrade Prime Minister. He was almost as suspicious as a tsar, not only did he not trust anyone, but he was also very opinionated. There was no other way to make him change his mind than to 'put a gun to his head'. ”

"I remember...... You said ......," said Darsh, trembling, "but...... What would you do if your father insisted on his opinion in the desert that day? ”

Before Operation Ravajewski, Granzang asked me this question. I replied very dryly. "Then find an excuse to send him on the plane, do something to the plane, and have another plane crash!"

But this time, I didn't dare to say what I had thought. Not only because the killing of one's parents should not be discussed in front of one's children, but also because ......

"Needless to say, I know how you're going to ......" Darsha rested her head lightly on my shoulder. I tried to push her away, but she gently stopped me. "Just for a while, okay?" Looking at her pitiful appearance, I was embarrassed to refuse. Then she said to herself, "I know that you have the same reasons as those people. For my good, yes, you all say that for my good, you should let me know a little less, in your eyes, I may just be a ...... Just a superfluous person. I don't understand the deceit of politics, I can't charge into battle or strategize on the battlefield, and I can't understand the formulas of physics and chemistry...... In this war-torn world, if I didn't know some computer programs, I would really be relying on other people's waste. ”

I still remember my instructor, Comrade Cherdenko, explaining the reason why female soldiers were not recruited in the storm team: their endurance was too poor to withstand the training of the national system, and even if they were lucky enough to graduate, there were many people who betrayed the party and the people because of personal emotional problems and so on. The most important point...... The Storm Group is not a place for people to fall in love......

"You're not trash," I said softly, "I'm just...... I just don't want you to get involved in these things. You're the only one in the whole thing. Since Comrade Stalin launched the Second World Revolutionary War, there have been too many 'irrelevant people' who have been drawn into the war. ”

"That's not missing me," she said, turning her head to look at me, a hint of determination in her tone, "I want to truly blend in with your troops, not ...... Instead of being treated as an outsider all the time......"

Her voice grew softer. I understood what she was really trying to say. She is not a material for joining the army, and even if she joins the army, she can only be a clerk, and it is not excluded...... It is not ruled out that Lomanov had any selfish motives......

In that case, I almost feel like I'm being condemned...... The early spring nights in Moscow were so cold that my blood froze, but I feel so warm at the moment......

"By the way......" I don't know how long it took, when I gently pushed her away and was about to go back to see those old acquaintances who were probably drunk, Daxia said softly: "Father, he never does anything unreasonable, nor does he do anything just to eliminate the ministers for the sake of the party."

Is it. At this moment, I couldn't help but sneer. If it were someone else, I would have yelled at him, but I didn't have that idea for Darsha. The only thing that can be sighed is her little head melon that can't turn around.

In hindsight, it was the first time I overlooked a big thing, and it was the reason why I fell on my heel for the first time. That's right, just because I didn't care about this non-painful and itchy sentence, I later planted a big heel.

But all I noticed at the time was the beautiful moonless night of Moscow and the frozen Moskva River, and I never imagined that tomorrow, a familiar person would not be able to see this beautiful and revived city.