“For Zia, the time of choice has come. Takhon beckoned to get behind the bike. The smell of engine oil and gasoline burning filled the atmosphere. We ran for about 40 minutes to escape the eyes of the soldiers and arrived at the remote lake.”
“For Zia, the time of choice has come. Takhon beckoned to get behind the bike. The smell of engine oil and gasoline burning filled the atmosphere. We ran for about 40 minutes to escape the eyes of the soldiers and arrived at the remote lake.”