Living on the farm in Grevatov, life during this period is very interesting for the aging black devils.

Seeing Grevatov's wife chatting about him every day and scolding him a few times when she was angry. At this time, she would attract the attention of several people, so Grevatov's wife was embarrassed to scold him.

Looking at Grevatov's young son, he developed a strong interest in a beautiful girl from his neighbor, and then the two began to gradually warm up the relationship, which made several old men feel relish.

The most popular one is Grevatov's youngest daughter, and almost everyone likes her, so Oria has never lacked playmates these days, but her playmates are a little older.

There were not many houses on the farm, so when Grevatov suddenly brought back six friends, especially one of whom was a patient who lay in bed every day, Grevatov's wife did not blame him for this. However, in front of her husband's friends, Grevatov's wife was still very generous and enthusiastic.

Therefore, a group of black devils still like to live on the farm.

Alia took a crayon and painted on a piece of white paper. The painting was not good. After all, she just accidentally flipped over a crayon, and then got a piece of paper. Then she just wanted to paint the white paper all over the color, but her painting was seen by Rotstosky.

"You can't draw like this, it's wrong. Can I teach you?"

Oria generously gave up her brush because she liked the old man Rottosky quite a bit.

Rotstosky took the paintbrush and looked at it. He excitedly drew it at Oria with a red crayon. Soon, a vivid little girl appeared on the paper.

After looking at the portrait, Oria said with a serious look on her face: "This is me."

"Yes, this is you."

“You’ve drawn it very well.”

Rotstosky smiled happily, as if he was praised by some great person, and then he said modestly: "Thank you, but your father is the real painter, he is an expert in portrait painting, and the pencil has a soul in his hands. Of course, he is also good at using pencils to do other things."

"My dad can't draw."

Rotstosky was stunned for a moment, and when Lebedev looked at him dissatisfiedly, he smiled apologetically: "Ah, yes, your father can't draw. Come on, there is another side. Can I teach you how to draw landscapes?"

Rotstosky was asking Oria to paint, while Talta was taking a slow walk with Pavlovich.

Pavlovich was seriously injured, and he was older and recovered much slower than the young man, so he was only able to walk slowly for a short period of time now.

"I don't know if the hammer has been done. This guy is going crazy in Germany."

"Are you going to see him?"

"No, I'm not interested in visiting the patient."

While they were chatting and walking back to the farmhouse, they saw Grevatov's son sitting on a haystack, holding a guitar and playing an untuned song.

"Oh, this is not possible. Children in the city don't use this method to please girls now."

"He was originally a local bun, and the farthest place he had been to is only in the nearby town. Do you want to teach him what trendy things to attract people who are also local buns?"

"Pavlovich, have you never been beaten with your stinky mouth?"

"I usually beat people who want to beat me."

Tarta looked at Pavlovic disdainfully, and then he shouted at Grevatov's son: "Hey, boy, you can't play guitar like this, I'll teach you the correct way to play."

Talta walked over with a swagger, sat on the haystack, and snatched the guitar without hesitation, and played a very cheerful piece of music.

After Talta finished playing, he was very proud that his fingering did not retreat too much, so he said proudly: "Did you see it? I'll teach you the fingering."

"Not bad, but your song is too out of date. Can you teach me a new song?"

Talta was speechless, and then he shouted, "I have to listen first."

When Talta heard a completely unfamiliar tune from his phone, he frowned and said loudly, "What's the noise, but I can teach you, let me listen again."

Everyone has their own fun, but Yarepin's fun is very leisurely lying on a recliner and then taking a nap while slowly swaying.

However, the quiet atmosphere was broken by the ringtone of the phone.

Yarebin took out his cell phone, closed his eyes and answered it, and whispered: "Hey."

"Teacher, I have something to deal with. I'm sorry to interrupt your leisurely life."

Yarebin smiled and said, "I am about to die. After I die, I will have a leisurely leisure that I can never get rid of, so just tell me what I have and don't express my feelings."

"I need to snatch a person alive from the Shah Intelligence Agency and Cia in Riyadh, and if I can't take him away, then kill the target, and I think you may be interested in this."

Yarebin laughed, laughing comfortably, and shouted: "Yes, I am really interested and happy. I hope that Cia and Shah Intelligence Agency's old opponents will make progress now."

"The problem is that time is very tight, so the difficulty may increase a lot."

Yarebin said slowly: "Time is tight, so you can't delay time on the road. We will set off immediately. Do you have the fastest route and transportation method to send us to?"

"You need to go to Cairo, Egypt first, and Cairo will help you and send you to Riyadh. You don't need to consider the traffic issues. Then you will meet you in Riyadh on the 13th, and you can also get some help from others, teacher."

Yarebin smiled and said, "Okay, let's go now. On the way, you can explain the background of this action to me. I need to know this. Let's hang up the phone now and we will contact you after we get on the road."

After hanging up the phone, Yarebin closed his eyes, gently shaking the recliner again, and smiled and said, "This kind of life is really enjoyable, it's much more comfortable than a nursing home."

He continued to close his eyes and rest for a few minutes, Yarebin opened his eyes, slowly glanced over, and shouted: "Grevatov, call everyone back. The time for your visit is over. It's time for us to leave."

When Yarebin answered the phone, Grevatov noticed. Hearing Yarebin's call, he walked gently behind Yarebin and whispered: "Captain, are you going to set out for Yemen?"
Chapter completed!