The yellow sand drifted endlessly across the ancient trade route, as an Arab caravan struggled under the scorching sun, forging ahead across the arid ancient riverbed.
Over a hundred camels trudged forward, leaving footprints with each step, seemingly tireless, unlike the merchants atop them who were constantly complaining.
"Mr. Andreev, why don't you send these weapons to Afghanistan through Russia, instead of sneaking them in this way? Honestly, without Uncle Aimaiti leading us, we'd be lost."
The man known as "Andreev" rode atop a camel, speaking in fluent Russian to the caravan leader: "Mr. Faruk, this is a clandestine operation. You must know that Russia and Britain are at odds, but both are world powers; thus, any conflicts must remain hidden. I consider you a friend, which is why I'm telling you this, so keep it to yourself."
