Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Really, I knew it, I have the genes of a barista, yes!"

"You want to be a barista when you grow up?"

"Georgi! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll turn you into cat poop coffee." His father had just finished his phone call and sternly reprimanded his son's dreams, "Our family has always been soldiers; you should be a soldier too."

Little Georgi was clearly afraid to go against his father and shrank his head.

"Your dad is really nice to you."

"?????"

The man grunted and looked at Montgomery, his tone softening slightly, "I've already reported this matter; you can rest assured."

"Sir..."

"I heard that there is a bonus for reporting, right?" Montgomery asked somewhat sheepishly and then hurriedly waved his hand, fearing the other might think he was too greedy, "I just need money because my grandfather needs surgery."

"Yes, I will help you get some more."

"Thank you, uncle."

The man glanced at the time, "Stay here tonight."

"No, no need, I want to go back. My grandfather is at home, and I worry about him."

"Georgi, take him home. Ensure he gets there safely."

"Yes, officer!" Little Georgi stood straight and saluted. The man looked up and down at his son before nodding with satisfaction and going upstairs.

"Let's go; I'll escort you back."

"No need, no need..."

"Don't you trust me? I was a member of the Boy Scouts in the Soviet Union, and I've already passed the junior officer reserve selection in Mexico. So you don't have to worry; a brave warrior will protect his young companion."

Montgomery: ????

The two walked towards home.

"Is the junior reserve tough?" Montgomery asked curiously.

"It's alright. I like challenges. Let me tell you, in close combat, I can take on three people, and when it comes to bayonet fighting, I can knock down four with a wooden stick!"

Georgi demonstrated a bayonet stance while speaking.

Looking at his physique, Montgomery believed him.

"Do you feel comfortable being a Soviet in Mexico?"

He found that after asking this question, Little Georgi's face fell, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

"Actually, I miss my hometown and hate my hometown. Do you know what's most common around my home?"

"What?" Montgomery played along as a perfect foil.

"Gangs. In the last years of the Soviet Union, soldiers served gangs without pay, boldly entering police stations to collect protection fees. My father retired at that time because he was unwilling to collect money. As life became increasingly difficult, he brought us to Mexico."

"He said in this capitalist rampant society, the Soviet Union fell, Vietnam fell, Cuba fell; no one dared to take on the United States except Mexico. He wanted to fight for real ideals."

"Rights, life, and freedom have always been achieved through struggle. Bowing and scraping will only invite greater humiliation from the Americans."

Montgomery was too young, unclear, and didn't quite understand what he heard.

"Why tell you this? In the future, once I'm a soldier, you, I'll be a soldier, and you'll be the people. I'll protect you." Georgi patted his chest.

"Call me 'big brother' in the future."

"Big brother!" Montgomery nodded briskly.

Little Georgi grinned happily, "In my junior military academy, I also have a little follower named William Nimitz. I'll introduce him to you someday. I've heard that there is a ceremony for sworn brothers in Chinatown; I'll go see it then."

"Why don't you apply to the junior military academy too? There's a salary."

Montgomery's eyes lit up but then dimmed again, "I... I can't."

"What are you afraid of?"

Little Georgi pointed at the moon, "Humans won't stop moving forward out of fear; it's not humanity that reproduces but courage!"

"What you say is really good..."

"Idiot, that's what the Supreme Leader said. Haven't you read his autobiography?"

‌"The biggest enemy in life is not others, but one's own laziness and greed. On the road to success, there are no shortcuts; only hard work and perseverance can achieve goals. I want to be the best General in Mexico; I want to lead Mexico to defeat drug traffickers; I want to eliminate American FXS; I want peace in this world!"‌

"Quiet! What's the time? Go to sleep!" From the window upstairs, someone shouted angrily downwards.

Little Georgi and Montgomery covered their heads and fled in panic.

Young people's dreams are always simple and unadorned.

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