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saw a second Russian officer with the others。 It was from the muzzle of his upturned gun that smoke swirled。 The soldier who had meant to shoot Baba had already holstered his weapon。 He was shuffling his feet。 I had never felt more like crying and laughing at the same time。
The second Russian officer； gray…haired and heavyset； spoke to us in broken Farsi。 He apologized for his rade s behavior。 Russia sends them here to fight； he said。 But they are just boys； and when they e here； they find the pleasure of drug。 He gave the younger officer the rueful look of a father exasperated with his misbehaving son。 This one is attached to drug now。 I try to stop him。。。 He waved us off。
Moments later； we were pulling away。 I heard a laugh and then the first soldier s voice； slurry and off…key； singing the old wedding song。
WE RODE IN SILENCE for about fifteen minutes before the young woman s husband suddenly stood and did something I d seen many others do before him： He kissed Baba s hand。
TOOR S BAD LUCK。 Hadn t I overheard that in a snippet of conversation back at Mahipar？
We rolled into Jalalabad about an hour before sunrise。 Karim ushered us quickly from the truck into a one…story house at the intersection of two dirt roads lined with flat one…story homes； acacia trees； and closed shops。 I pulled the
collar of my coat against the chill as we hurried into the house； dragging our belongings。 For some reason； I remember smelling radishes。
Once he had us inside the dimly lit； bare living room； Karim locked the front door； pulled the tattered sheets that passed for curtains。 Then he took a deep breath and gave us the bad news：
His brother Toor couldn t take us to Peshawar。 It seemed his truck s engine had blown the week before and Toor was still waiting for parts。
Last week？ someone exclaimed。 If you knew this； why did you bring us here？
I caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of my eye。 Then a blur of something zipping across the room； and the next thing I saw was Karim slammed against the wall； his sandaled feet dangling two feet above the floor。 Wrapped around his neck were Baba s hands。
I ll tell you why； Baba snapped。 Because he got paid for his leg of the trip。 That s all he cared about。 Karim was making guttural choking sounds。 Spittle dripped from the corner of his mouth。
Put him down； Agha； you re killing him； one of the passengers said。
It s what I intend to do； Baba said。 What none of the others in the room knew was that Baba wasn t joking。 Karim was turning red and kicking his legs。 Baba kept choking him until the young mother； the one the Russian officer had fancied； begged him to stop。
Karim collapsed on the floor and rolled around fighting for air when Baba finally let go。 The room fell silent。 Less than two hours ago； Baba had volunteered to take a bullet for the honor of a woman he didn t even know。 Now he d almost choked a man to death； would have done it cheerfully if not for the pleas of that same woman。
Something thumped next door。 No； not next door； below。
What s that？ someone asked。
The others； Karim panted be