Chapter 120

"Karim, you can't let a Russian be your husband. Have you forgotten that your father was killed by the Russian?" Hafizola has always wanted to find a chance to talk to Karim about her marriage. Who made her the youngest daughter of President Amin? Her marriage is no small matter. The pagmans would never let Karim marry a Russian who invaded their country.

"All this is fate. At the beginning, he bought me from others with money. Afghans admit that this kind of marriage is effective. If it wasn't for him, I would not be able to talk to you here today." Karim stubbornly refused hafizola to interfere in his marriage. Only after his father's death, Karim has been living a precarious life. Only when he meets shaeliosha and EVA, can he feel that he has finally got a home. Only when he has tasted the taste of family destruction, can he deeply realize the importance of home and cherish the people he loves.

"But she's not MSL. Are you going to marry a pagan?" Hafizola felt that he could not persuade Karim, so he had to sacrifice the flag of religion.

"You forget, my father is not religious. He is a Marxist and an atheist! So please respect my marriage... "Karim said and ignored hafizola, who had no choice but to let Karim leave. This is really a headache. Hafizola can't disclose Kalim's situation now. In this case, the pagmans won't agree. He really thinks that Jalal is a good match for Karim, although Jalal is more rigid, more respect for tradition, and sometimes a little extreme.

Hafizola is thinking about Karim. Jalal suddenly comes to hafizola. It's the first time that they have met recently since they were unhappy about the alliance with hazai people last time.

"What's the matter?" Hafizola looked up at Jalal, who had suddenly visited. Although he spoke sternly, he was still very concerned about the young man. After all, Jalal was the successor identified by hafizola himself. Yusuf's time in pagman was too short, and his age was not much different from his own. From the beginning to the end, hafizola always hoped to give his career to this young man. Originally, the relationship between the two people was very good. Jalal was not only the leader of the volunteers who came across the ocean to participate in the Sheng war in Afghanistan, but also saved hafizola's life twice. Unfortunately, because the hazayees were the sy MSL, Jalal firmly opposed hafizola's idea of establishing a coalition. Now there are two different voices in the guerrillas. One is the people who support Jalal's ideas. Which international faction are they, and the rest are the local faction.

"Today, there are two journalists from the Arab world who want to interview you. They made an appointment several months ago. I asked you for your opinions at that time, and you agreed at that time!" Jaral's eyes wavered and said.

Hafizola remembered that there was such a thing. During this period, many journalists wanted to interview hafizola, mostly from Pakistan and Europe and the United States. With the growing ranks of hafizola, he won many victories against the Soviet Union, and now he has a certain international reputation. But hafizola has not been interviewed by journalists from the Arab world. Hafizola happens to have time today, so he decided to give some preferential treatment to these MSL journalists. After all, MSL brothers all over the world are most enthusiastic about the liberation of Afghans. So he said, "you can arrange it for me, and I can be interviewed by them alone."

"OK, no problem! I will ask them to prepare interview equipment in advance. Do you need to remind them what to ask and what not to ask? " Jalal's cold face finally saw a smile, and he consulted hafizola.

"No, we don't have to hide from our own people. Just let them ask what they are interested in Hafizola finished, took out his uniform from his wardrobe when he used to serve in the Afghan army, and then asked Jalal, "what do you think of me wearing this one?"

"Very good! It looks grand! " Jaral agreed.

There were two reporters who came to interview. They brought cameras and other equipment. The location of the interview was on the second floor of a hotel in pagman city. The room was not big, but the wall was painted with Afghan characteristics, and the decoration of the room was luxurious, so they chose this place. As soon as the two reporters came in, they refused anyone's help. They took out all kinds of equipment they had brought with them. Soon the room was emptied. There were only two sofas in front of the painted wall, where the reporter and hafizola were interviewed. The camera would be aimed there to record the whole interview process.

Shortly after the reporters were ready, hafizola arrived here with his bodyguard and Jalal. Under the arrangement of the reporter, hafizola first found a few photos, and then was invited to sit on the sofa. The curtains in the room were pulled up and replaced by the spotlight of the photographer. Hafizola introduced to the reporter: "look at this young man, he is great. Can you arrange some content for him later?"

The two reporters looked at each other, then nodded and agreed. The interview officially began. Hafizola and the reporter sat down. Just before the interview began, the photographer suddenly stopped.

"Cut, I'm sorry, general. This room is too small. Could you ask your bodyguard and entourage to wait outside first, otherwise there will always be someone else in the viewfinder." Asked the photographer.

Hafizola nodded and agreed. Soon the others in the room were driven out, leaving only hafizola and two reporters. The reporter closed the door because of the noise outside. The interview finally started. The reporter sitting on the sofa first asked a few questions. The photographer kept adjusting his machine. He moved the camera forward, then looked inside, dissatisfied, and then moved forward. So the camera gets closer and closer to hafizola. Hafizola has been concentrating on the interview, and did not pay attention to this detail.

With the deepening of the topic, the two people in front of the camera became more and more talkative. They had already put aside the unfamiliar feeling of meeting just now. At this time, the photographer suddenly pulled down a small device on the camera.

"Dong ~ ~" There was a loud noise from hafizola's room, and flames gushed out of the windows and doors. Jalal's frown finally stretched out.