Adris is an interesting topic. He is an Afghan. In Moscow, there are many young Afghans like him. The war in Afghanistan and the rise of the Taliban have kept the country ravaged by war. The war has left Afghans scattered around the world. The vast majority of them are living in other countries as refugees. The social status of such a group of people can be imagined. However, there are also many Afghans who have made their fortunes in places like Moscow with their tenacious perseverance and shrewd minds. Afghans are better at business than Russians in their bones, and coupled with the kind of aggressiveness to make money, Afghan refugees have gradually formed a large group of forces in Moscow.

Not a true Afghan, Aedris left his homeland at the age of nine, and his religious views were not as strong as those of his compatriots on his home turf. Perhaps more influenced by the West, he has a more open personality.

I like to listen to my classmates tell me strange things when I'm not working.

Adris told me, Rosa and Mary Sauer, about one such thing.

At that time, one of his cousins was studying at a military academy in Moscow, and once, several African students came to report, and the school arranged for them to stay, and the next day it was just in time for the holiday holiday. The management of the military academy is relatively strict, and the school does not care about the people in the dormitory, and the doors of several floors are locked, and these African officers have been locked in the dormitory for 3 days, and they have not eaten or drunk.

Later, when Adris told that they had brought them food, his cousin said that he saw them drink as fast as they poured water down the drain!

Rosa felt very pitiful when she heard this. Adris said Rosa, you have to see it, and you can cry in distress.

Adriss has a specialty, and he also has a craft, he likes to cut people's hair. Not only is it free, but I am often scolded for it! Once, I saw with my own eyes an African boy who was not satisfied with his haircut, and the two of them argued there, and the boy said that he was bragging, but in fact, he couldn't cut it at all! Adris quibbled that the boy's hair was spring-like, and he couldn't tell it even if he didn't cut it. It's a waste of his craft.

"A Romance in Moscow" Chapter 17 Edris is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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