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I, Vladimir Petrov Nikola, hereby swear:
In the virtual projection, the new president, Fu Liqiang, with a wedding ring on his ring finger, placed his hand on the red leather book and spoke confidently to the camera. Beneath his thick black hair, Zhang Gang's resolute face and piercing brown eyes seemed capable of seeing into the hearts of others.
Xu Li, with his head full of gray hair and a face that was aged yet rosy, cheerfully wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders. "Look at how strong this young man's speech is! In the years to come, it will be his turn to bear the responsibility and bring new life to this country!"
"Let's hope so," Anna tightened her grip on her husband's large hand. "The children all have their own wonderful lives. I suddenly realize that you seem to have never truly lived for yourself, Misha. Do you ever regret being my husband?"
On the other side, Eva remained silent, merely leaning against her husband's still strong arm. Xu Li watched the virtual projection in the living room, a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes as he thought of his father-in-law, Andrei, with his sharp tongue but kind heart, and his loving mother-in-law, Natasha.
He leaned down to kiss Anna's hair and rubbed his aging face against Eva's head. "Perhaps I regretted a bit during those first couple of days. After all, there were many differences between us. But over time, I no longer regret it. On the contrary, I must thank Ivan and Vasily; they brought me to happiness and made it easy for me to grasp!"
The three elderly men with gray hair smiled as they nestled by the fireplace. The orange flames brought them warmth while outside, large snowflakes fell gently. A small red paw reached out to catch a freshly fallen snowflake.
A face resembling that of Zhukov as a child—about sixty percent similar—broke into a wide grin as he ran back to the wooden cabin. "Great-grandpa! Great-grandpa! I want to set off fireworks!"
Once a mischievous child, Zhukov now held his own grandson in his arms. He affectionately ruffled the boy's hair while his eyes sparkled with joy. "Go find Lafu and Valentin's kids; you can all go to the village chief's house together. The old ancestor just bought a whole truckload of fireworks a few days ago!"
The little guy let out a long squeal before taking off on his short legs, pattering through the village. Soon, a large group of little ones rushed toward the Village Chief's House yard, shouting excitedly before even entering: "Old ancestor! Old ancestor! We want to set off fireworks! Line up!"
To the children’s eyes, the elderly man was so kind and approachable. They received their share of fireworks and played joyfully in the yard while several recently weaned puppies dashed out from the Boiler Room to join in the fun.
One all-black little guy resembled Da Hei from back then.
"Here comes the big firework!" Xu Li cheerfully brought out a large firework from the storage shed and urged the children to step aside. Soon after being lit, it exploded with a loud bang: "Puff! Boom!"
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
"Oh beautiful!"
"Wang! Wang! Wang!"
The children looked up at the fireworks bursting in the sky, bouncing with excitement as they clapped their frozen little paws together. The puppies watched in awe as flames shot up from the fireworks.
A few brown bears resembling Xiao Zhu Zai and two robust Siberian Big Spotted Cats surrounded their owner in a circle. The three elderly men huddled together, watching all the children in the yard with smiles of pure happiness.
"Attention passengers: This flight from Jinling to Irkutsk will arrive in five minutes. Please prepare..."
"Hey there, kiddo! Don’t sleep now; we’re almost there!"
A kind-hearted middle-aged man from Huaxia shook the half-asleep boy beside him, who opened his bleary eyes and rubbed them. "Huh? Where are we?"
"Hehe, still sleepy, huh? We've arrived," the man replied.
He fastened his seatbelt, and the boy quickly followed suit, turning to look at the outline of the city visible through the window. Memories of three faces he despised tightened his fists.
His nearly two years of high school life had not been exciting; the kids here were mean and often bullied him, an outsider. However, he had also gained a long-lost sense of family. Uncle Andong and Aunt Liao Fan Na treated him well, caring for him as if he were their own child.
"Uncle Andong, I’ll be traveling in Moscow for two months. Wait for me," he thought as he shouldered his large travel backpack and waved goodbye to Old Anton, who had a peculiar expression below the apartment building. He planned to catch the first bus to the train station before dawn for a journey that felt like a dream.
As he passed by an old vehicle, he suddenly turned around.
The atmosphere became awkward as a tall, burly man in front raised his fist, while another man on the left opened a black cloth bag. The third man extended his hands as if preparing to grab his legs.
Locking eyes with them, he suddenly broke into a wide smile, filled with surprise and anticipation. Under the astonished gazes of the three men, he reached out to the leader and said, "My name is Makarov."
The three burly men withdrew their actions in confusion. After shaking hands with him one by one, they stared blankly as he climbed into the back seat of the car. After a moment of silence, the three got in as well, and the old vehicle slowly merged into the dark before dawn.
"Ivan, please keep things normal for me," he said.
The sturdy-faced Ivan took the crooked ID photo handed to him and stared at the young man for a long time before getting out of the car. The young man pulled out a cigarette and lit it for Vasily and himself while they silently smoked together.
Once Ivan got back into the car with a folder of documents, the young man instinctively took the black cloth bag from Vasily's hands and put it over his head. "I understand the rules!"
After bumping along for over twenty hours in the old vehicle, it finally came to a steady stop in front of a courtyard amidst barking dogs. Seeing familiar faces before him stirred excitement within him—could it be that everything from his dreams would come true?
With his large backpack on his back, he approached Aunt Ci He. She scrutinized the young man from Huaxia before breaking into a satisfied smile and opening her arms wide. The young man smiled sweetly and gently embraced her. "Mom."
"Mm-hmm."
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