Deep in the cave where a "state of peace" had been temporarily achieved, Wei Ran and the three of them lay on the blankets assigned to them and fell asleep one after another covered with tattered blankets.

Compared with the "relaxation" of the three of them, Mahbubu in the distance was still working hard, holding a wave of sand to guard the children around him.

In this delicate balance, even Hakim, who was tossing and turning, couldn't bear the fatigue of the past few days and gradually fell asleep.

When Wei Ran and others were woken up by the baby's cries, the man holding a gun to warn them had turned into Habibullah, and the sky outside the cave had become extremely dark.

Looking around, Multaza was busy boiling goat milk for the baby and Ayana by the campfire.

Hakim was performing the evening prayer alone at the entrance of the cave, while Mahbub was sleeping soundly beside the bonfire.

"You guys are awake"

Seeing the three of them sitting up one after another, Habibullah immediately brought an enamel pot filled with broth and a piece of naan bread. "We don't have much food. This is all we have for dinner."

"It doesn't matter"

Kirill was still the first to speak, "Before eating, let Victor and I change the dressings of the wounded."

"Alright"

Habibullah nodded, "Who do you plan to start with?"

“Let’s start with Ayana.”

Wei Ran said, "Her situation is the most serious, let's start with her first."

"Come with me"

Habibullah took a step back as he spoke, and at the same time he cautiously held the weapon originally hanging on his shoulder, and at the same time reminded his sister on the other side of the curtain in Pashto.

After a moment of waiting, Ayana on the other side of the felt curtain shouted in slightly hoarse Persian, "Let them come in."

It was only then that Habibullah handed a medical kit to Wei Ran, and he followed behind holding up the submachine pistol that belonged to Ruslan. At the same time, Hakim also raised it and picked it up.

The AK74 was aimed at Ruslan who was staying by the campfire from a distance.

In this regard, neither Wei Ran nor Hakim said anything, they just took the medical bag and walked into the curtain.

At this time, Ayana was still lying on the stone, but there were a few extra sheepskins spread under the felt. Beside her, Qiaoya and Soraya were each holding a wrapped baby.

The tight little baby was patted and comforted gently.

"Let me check the wound."

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened the medical bag. As expected, there were no medical instruments such as scalpels and hemostats in the medical bag, only various medicines and bandages.

Wei Ran didn't take it seriously. He gently opened a clean towel covering Ayana's belly, then carefully opened the gauze and began to check the wound and change the dressing.

At the same time, Kirill, who was born in a major, inquired in detail about Ayana's physical feelings, food and water intake, and even the eating status of the two babies. By the way, he also helped the mother and son take their temperatures.

"I'm going to give you another shot."

Kirill waited for Wei Ran to finish his work and took out an antibiotic from the medical bag. At the same time, he explained, "The sanitary conditions here are too poor. You are very likely to get infected. All I can do is give you an injection."

Injection of antibiotics.”

As he spoke, he opened the ampoule, sucked out the medicine and started intramuscular injection. At the same time, he carefully instructed various precautions, as if he had forgotten that he was just a prisoner.

"Thank you... thank you, thank you." Ayana said weakly.

Kirill just smiled, put away the medical bag, and walked out of the curtain with Wei Ran.

"Tell me your predictions"

Kirill said in Russian, and after thinking about it, he changed to Farsi, "I mean, her physical condition."

“Thanks for the cold weather”

Wei Ran answered truthfully, "The chance of her wound becoming infected is not very high."

Hearing this, Habibullah, who was following them with a gun, breathed a sigh of relief. This was probably the only good news for them.

"Who is next, you or Comrade Mahboob?"

Kirill left the decision to Habibullah behind him, "Or our companions?"

"My father," Habibullah said.

Hearing this, the two Wei Ran wisely stopped and waited patiently for Habibullah to wake up his father. Then they stepped forward and started changing the dressing, and Kirill was still responsible for injecting antibiotics.

After Mahbub lay down again, the two took the initiative to walk to Hakim's side. After Habibullah handed the weapon to the other party, Wei Ran also changed the dressing for him.

After he picked up the submachine pistol again, the two finally changed the dressing on Ruslan's wound and also injected antibiotics.

After completing the dressing changes for all the wounded in such a vigilant and tense confrontation, Weiran and Kirill watched Habibullah take away the medical kit, then sat down by the campfire again and took Ruslan's hand.

Serve them mutton soup.

At the same time, Multaza also put the boiled and cooled goat's milk into the felt curtain, then sat with Hakim and quickly finished the food that belonged to them.

"Habibullah, take good care of them."

Hakim stood up and said, "Let's go find the guerrillas."

"be safe"

Habibullah said and handed a flashlight to the other party.

"We will be back before dawn"

Hakim took the flashlight and put it on his belt. He and Multaza each carried an AK74 rifle on their backs, and each led a donkey out of the cave.

As he left, Kirill was obviously relieved. Obviously, in his eyes, Hakim was far less easy to greet than the relatively calm and rational Habibullah.

"Let's talk about anything."

Kirill whispered as he fiddled with his tiny camera.

"What to talk about?"

Ruslan asked as he lay down against a stone, but in fact he focused all his attention on the wine bottle he had just taken out.

“Anything is fine”

Wei Ran also half-lyed against a stone, casually started a topic and asked, "Why did your daughter give you a wine flask?"

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Ruslan brought the jug to his mouth and sipped the remaining alcoholic flavor inside. He smacked his lips and said, "This was originally filled with honey. My father was a forest ranger and he raised a lot of honey in the forest.

, even this hip flask originally belonged to him.

Before I went to the battlefield, my father, a World War II veteran who participated in the Great Patriotic War, gave me this wine bottle. This wine bottle was captured from a German captain when he participated in the Battle of Minsk.

"

Having said this, Ruslan took off the leather cover on the wine bottle, pointed to the traces remaining on it and said, "He won a Patriotic War Medal Class II, and the iron piece was originally inlaid by him.

above this.

But when he gave the jug to me, he took off the medal, and my daughter Faina helped me fill the jug with honey.

I always thought he wanted me to put the medal I got in this war on it, until...it wasn't until I came to Afhan that I realized that maybe he didn't want me to give up the wine.

The medal appears on the pot again."

Ruslan shook his head when he said this and said in a rather apologetic tone, "My daughter hopes that I can stop drinking."

Having said this, Ruslan looked at the felt curtain not far away, "That simple little guy thought that I came to Afhan to help them. If I didn't come here in the form of war, she might be with those children.

Let’s be friends.”

"These are not things we can decide"

Kirill, who was lying on the felt, looked up at the dome of the cave and murmured, "At the beginning of the war, I thought my father was here to help them, until...until I came here as a soldier.

After I came here, I realized that this was not the case.”

"These are not things we can decide," Ruslan repeated what the other party had just said.

"How long has it been since you last seen them?" Wei Ran asked, changing the subject.

"Five months and 18...no, 19 days."

Ruslan gave his own answer, "I returned to Minsk five months ago to attend my father's funeral. That was the last time I saw my wife and daughter."

"I heard that your wife participated in the treatment of rescue workers in the Chernobyl accident?" Wei Ran asked.

Turning to look at Kirill, Ruslan nodded, "That experience was also a disaster for her. She suffered from severe psychological trauma after finishing the treatment work. Now they have moved from Jifu to Minsk.

She is alive, but her mental state is very poor."

"I remember you are going back soon?" Kirill asked, still looking above his head.

"yes"

Ruslan said while putting the leather protective cover back on the wine bottle, "I should have gone back next month."

"You will go back," Kirill murmured, "We will all go back."

"I'm afraid these people don't know where to go for prisoner exchange." Ruslan obviously had no hope for this, but at the same time lowered his voice, "We should still find a way ourselves."

"What do you have in mind?" Kirill asked in a low voice.
To be continued...