My sister is a black widow

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Guriyev, Kazakhstan, a coastal city near the Caspian Sea.

Unlike Stalingrad, Guriyev has only a few hundred thousand people, but it is already a big city in this country, especially in the quay area on the northern bank of the Ural River and the Caspian Sea. Workers in different clothes shouted to unload the fished seafood from the ship. In the huge net hole, you can see struggling zander, Asian carp and the famous Caspian sturgeon.

Most of the workers in fishery companies and canned fish processing companies here have a small port throughput this season, but they feel a bit lively.

In a warehouse near the port, it is a more lively scene.

There are more than 130 ethnic groups in Kazakhstan, and the lifestyles of different ethnic groups are mixed together, showing a rough and feminine posture.

Just like in this port warehouse, a small bonfire is lit. Surrounding the bonfire are more than 20 young Kazakh men and women dancing, mostly the children of port workers and young workers in nearby factories, gradually dancing in cheers and laughter. With a beautiful body, heroic dance is the best invitation, and gradually everyone is integrated into it.

However, if you look closely, there is a girl sitting not far away, holding a cup in her hand and slowly sipping her face with a wrinkled expression.

Leon walked over from the excitement beside the flames and couldn't help laughing when he saw Aphrora's appearance.

"You're still laughing." Aphrola also found him and stared wide-eyed. "The people who Victor contacted don't know where they are going. Now they are going to drink strange mare's milk here with these Kazakhs, oh, Why does mare's milk have such a disgusting sour taste?"

The little girl made up her mind as she spoke, closed her eyes and poured her mouth, and drank the mare's milk in the cup in one breath.

Leon looked at her with a smile.

"Isn't it interesting? Aphrora." He stretched out his arm to help her up, "Since I have come here and I have met a kind Kazakh friend, it is better to relax first and then think of a solution."

Aphrora grabbed his arm and stood up, looking at the crowd not far away, feeling very lively in her heart, but she still wanted face, and reluctantly refused Leon.

"Come on, girl, you were full of interest when you first set off!" Leon pulled her.

Aphrora just looks like you have to take me to play and I have to play. She joined the lively crowd, and used her flexible body for martial arts practice to perform a few difficult moves, which aroused Kazakh friends. Shouted and cheered.

Leon watched her playing vigorously before joining the crowd with a smile.

They set off from Stalingrad and crossed the vast land northwest of the Caspian Sea. Victor contacted each section of the road to answer them, and most of them were still in Russia, so they went very smoothly.

But after entering Kazakhstan and arriving in the beautiful city of Guriyev, the gasoline and food and water that he brought with him were almost consumed, only to find that Victor’s people had lost contact and had to stay in this city. The worst thing is, The two didn’t have much money with them, and Aphrora was unwilling to rob the house. Leon lost his hands and it was inconvenient to do this. So the two of them stayed in the biggest port here these days, resting in a nearby warehouse and looking for it. Something to eat.

Fortunately, there are fishing ships coming back from this port every day. Picking up a few fish is just a trivial matter for the two of them. They barely survived, but consumables such as gasoline have not been replenished. It was very worrying, but today I met these young people in a warehouse and was hosting a simple banquet. Maybe Leon and the two were young, so I directly invited them to join.

The scene just now appeared.

Everyone sang and danced for a long time before sitting down. The young people are not interested in eating. Well, it may also be because the food in Kazakhstan is not good. Leon is complaining. The food here has no ingredients and sauces. Basically The food is only divided into raw, fried or boiled, with a naan or bread, which is a bit unacceptable.Search Novels www.sosoxs.cc

Everyone sat together and chatted with each other in small circles. Because the warehouse was semi-open, many people took out the cigarettes and lighted them naturally. The girls in Kazakhstan seemed to like to smoke. Leon noticed that there was smoking in the warehouse. There are even more girls than boys, and I was surprised.

Leon and Aphrora are also in a small circle. They are a few more enthusiastic people who danced just now. After complimenting Aphrora’s dance, they couldn’t help asking where they came from and how they appeared in the warehouse. A young Kazakh boy also bet that Leon and the two came to the port to find work. Seeing their enthusiastic and happy looks, Leon also felt that this is indeed a good place to work.

But when Leon said it was from Stalingrad, the young people were boiling.

At this time, the Soviet Union, and even Russia, which was divided in later generations, was firmly regarded as the boss by Kazakhstan. What's more, the young people in this country worshiped the Soviets.

So everyone kept on asking if Leon and Aphrora had been to Moscow, and whether they had met the great leader Stalin and the like.

Later, everyone learned that they ran here from Stalingrad in a car, and they were amazed. In this era, unless it is a war, most people spend their lives in their hometown from birth to death. .Finally, a few port workers learned about their difficulties and vowed to try to help solve the problem.

Aphrora laughed from ear to ear. The little girl who was indifferent to strangers when she was in Stalingrad dropped her guard and suspicion for the first time in this place thousands of miles away, and completely blended in. In this strange country.

A stranger, a warm heart, should be a beautiful combination.

It was late at night that these young people reluctantly left.

Aphrora and Leon stayed in this warehouse, simply packed the remaining food and wine, and got close to the burning campfire. The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Aphrola got close to Leon, and asked him embarrassedly, "You said, would they really help?"

Leon replied: "I think it will. If it can't help, there must be other solutions."

Aphrora’s cheeks were glowing red in front of the bonfire. It might also be due to some wine. She and Leon smirked and talked for a while and got sleepy. The two leaned against the wall, and Aphrola got into Leon. In her immature embrace, she found a comfortable position and fell asleep deeply.

Leon watched her frowning no longer, and gradually fell asleep.

The good news came quickly.

The next day, a young port worker came to find them, took them to a nearby place to fetch consumables such as gasoline, and brought some bread, water and wine. Leon and Aphrola thanked them for a while, and stayed. After receiving everyone’s address and name, they returned to the car and set off again.

The troubled Aphrola smiled brightly, her iron-gray hair hopped on her forehead, fully expressing her master's good mood, Leon touched her head.

"Hehe." Aphrola smirked.

Leon passed a questioning look.

"This world is still good." The little girl pretended to be mature.

"Really good." Leon agreed.

The two little ghosts of Guriyev came and went, but there were more lovely friends.