"Really, I knew it, I have the genes of a barista, yes!"
"You want to be a barista when you grow up?"
"Georgi! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll turn you into cat poop coffee." His father had just finished his phone call and sternly reprimanded his son's dreams, "Our family has always been soldiers; you should be a soldier too."
Little Georgi was clearly afraid to go against his father and shrank his head.
"Your dad is really nice to you."
"?????"
The man grunted and looked at Montgory, his tone softening slightly, "I've already reported this matter; you can rest assured."
"Sir..."
"I heard that there is a bonus for reporting, right?" Montgory asked sowhat sheepishly and then hurriedly waved his hand, fearing the other might think he was too greedy, "I just need money because my grandfather needs surgery."
"Yes, I will help you get so more."
"Thank you, uncle."
The man glanced at the ti, "Stay here tonight."
"No, no need, I want to go back. My grandfather is at ho, and I worry about him."
"Georgi, take him ho. Ensure he gets there safely."
"Yes, officer!" Little Georgi stood straight and saluted. The man looked up and down at his son before nodding with satisfaction and going upstairs.
"Let's go; I'll escort you back."
"No need, no need..."
"Don't you trust ? I was a mber of the Boy Scouts in the Soviet Union, and I've already passed the junior officer reserve selection in xico. So you don't have to worry; a brave warrior will protect his young companion."
Montgory: ????
The two walked towards ho.
"Is the junior reserve tough?" Montgory asked curiously.
"It's alright. I like challenges. Let tell you, in close combat, I can take on three people, and when it cos to bayonet fighting, I can knock down four with a wooden stick!"
Georgi demonstrated a bayonet stance while speaking.
Looking at his physique, Montgory believed him.
"Do you feel comfortable being a Soviet in xico?"
He found that after asking this question, Little Georgi's face fell, leaving him sowhat at a loss.
"Actually, I miss my hotown and hate my hotown. Do you know what's most common around my ho?"
"What?" Montgory played along as a perfect foil.
"Gangs. In the last years of the Soviet Union, soldiers served gangs without pay, boldly entering police stations to collect protection fees. My father retired at that ti because he was unwilling to collect money. As life beca increasingly difficult, he brought us to xico."
"He said in this capitalist rampant society, the Soviet Union fell, Vietnam fell, Cuba fell; no one dared to take on the United States except xico. He wanted to fight for real ideals."
"Rights, life, and freedom have always been achieved through struggle. Bowing and scraping will only invite greater humiliation from the Aricans."
Montgory was too young, unclear, and didn't quite understand what he heard.
"Why tell you this? In the future, once I'm a soldier, you, I'll be a soldier, and you'll be the people. I'll protect you." Georgi patted his chest.
"Call 'big brother' in the future."
"Big brother!" Montgory nodded briskly.
Little Georgi grinned happily, "In my junior military academy, I also have a little follower nad William Nimitz. I'll introduce him to you soday. I've heard that there is a ceremony for sworn brothers in Chinatown; I'll go see it then."
"Why don't you apply to the junior military academy too? There's a salary."
Montgory's eyes lit up but then dimd again, "I... I can't."
"What are you afraid of?"
Little Georgi pointed at the moon, "Humans won't stop moving forward out of fear; it's not humanity that reproduces but courage!"
"What you say is really good..."
"Idiot, that's what the Supre Leader said. Haven't you read his autobiography?"
"The biggest enemy in life is not others, but one's own laziness and greed. On the road to success, there are no shortcuts; only hard work and perseverance can achieve goals. I want to be the best General in xico; I want to lead xico to defeat drug traffickers; I want to eliminate Arican FXS; I want peace in this world!"
"Quiet! What's the ti? Go to sleep!" From the window upstairs, soone shouted angrily downwards.
Little Georgi and Montgory covered their heads and fled in panic.
Young people's dreams are always simple and unadorned.
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