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Anya cherishes the days when she can be alone with Malashenko. This peace and beauty is like a world in a dream. Even though this beauty may end at any time due to an accident, Anya doesn't care about it. It's important.
The key is to cherish the present and cherish the happiness in front of you. Doing these is enough for Anya.
With this little girl by his side, he takes care of his daily diet and checks his wounds and changes dressings. This kind of day where he only needs to rest quietly is very rare for Malashenko, but it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
After adapting, Malashenko, who was used to fighting for his life all day long, felt that he was incompatible with this peaceful world.
Even when he calmed down and sat on the hospital bed and looked out at the green leaves on the branches outside the window, Malashenko's thoughts would unconsciously fly to the distant front line to try to imagine how the political commissar Petrov is doing now? Lavry
What is Nianke doing? Is the army's reconstruction work going smoothly, etc.
Malashenko, who was so bored, felt like he was about to get sick!
In this era of scarcity of material life, I can't do anything except lie in the hospital bed all day long. Apart from listening to the damn radio, I can only sleep with my head buried in it. Otherwise, I just hold a thick book and act like a nerd. I really want a mobile phone.
Coming to play but not having any, Malashenko realized he had to find something to do.
The sun rose as usual on a new morning. Iushkin, who had filled himself up in the hospital cafeteria, also made a special trip to get a box of porridge for Malashenko, humming a little tune and acting like a "spirited boy"
"Similarly, he wandered into Malashenko's ward. His only mission these days was to chat with Comrade the train commander and relieve his worries.
"What are we going to talk about today? Comrade Commander, how about we find a literary classic and study it?"
Watching Iushkin slowly pouring the porridge he brought into the lunch box for himself, Malashenko, who was staring at the steaming steam, suddenly spoke softly.
"I have something to ask of you, Iushkin."
"Ah? What happened?"
Iushkin, who was holding a lunch box in his hand and blinked, seemed a little dazed by Malashenko's sudden question. He was definitely not pretending.
"Find me a man in Moscow, his name is"
boom
Before Malashenko could finish his words, the wooden door of the ward was once again pushed open without knocking. A man in military uniform rushed in from the corridor outside the door.
Comrade Lao Ma was stunned on the bed.
"It's okay, there's no need to look for him, he's already here."
Before Malashenko finished speaking, the man who suddenly rushed into the ward took off the large-brimmed military hat on his head and put it down. Without saying a word, he walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Go down.
"It's a miracle! You were hit in the stomach by a bullet on the battlefield and you managed to make it to Moscow alive! Will anyone believe this? I'm afraid not?"
To be honest, even Malashenko himself feels that this matter is quite outrageous, but who said that he just survived and did not die? Anyway, he is still alive now, which is enough, and then worry about why he didn't
Death is a pain in the ass.
"Listening to what you said, do you want me to die at the gunpoint of a German?"
"Hahaha, how could it be? It's you on the other hand. I remember you are a very good at joking. When did you become so rigid?"
Due to the needs of his special work, Colonel Malokov rarely shows his "pleasant" side on weekdays.
Malokov himself believes that this will give an opportunity to those evil elements who are lurking in the dark, waiting for opportunities to subvert and destroy the motherland. The popular impression he displays must be a steel image that can use thunderous means. Only in this way can it be considered.
Qualified.
But every time he was with Malashenko, Colonel Malokov would always have an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart. It was as if as soon as he sat here, he would immediately enter a state of talking about anything.
Likewise, there seemed to be endless interesting things to say and a common language, and I wanted to spend a whole day chatting with Malashenko, whom I had not seen for a long time.
"You came just in time, Malokov. I just planned to ask my gunner to find you. This saves him from having to drive again. After all, your place is a bit scary."
The moderately cold joke made Malokov, who was beside the bed, slowly shake his head and smile, but his facial expression did not bother him at all. After all, what Malashenko said was considered true from a certain perspective.
"Okay, let me tell you, what do you, the Soviet hero tank soldier colonel, want to do with me?"
As soon as Malokov finished speaking, Malashenko, who did not respond directly, poured the last mouthful of porridge in the lunch box on the table and handed the empty lunch box to him while wiping his mouth.
Iushkin on the side said.
"Go and wash the lunch box, Iushkin. It will become sticky over time. Remember to take the lid and wash it too."
"Oh, okay, I'll go right away."
Iushkin, who didn't notice anything strange or wrong, followed Malashenko's order and took the lunch box, packed it up, and turned around to leave.
When the ward door was smoothly closed, Malokov, who had been paying attention to every detail of Iushkin since just now, turned his head and spoke slowly and intriguingly to Malashenko.
"The people under you are so simple, Malashenko. I guarantee based on my working experience since I joined the Ministry of Internal Affairs that he had no doubts or hesitations about your order just now. From the beginning to the end, he thought that he was just washing lunch boxes.
You have a good sense in choosing your right-hand man."
Malashenko just found an easy excuse to temporarily put away Iushkin, so that there were only two people left in the ward and it was easier to talk. But he didn't expect that Malokov could use the topic to his advantage.
I can see these many ways.
"The people around me are basically the purest soldiers. They are simple, kind, love their motherland and are willing to sacrifice everything for it. They are full of trust in their closest comrades. Iushkin is such a person. Of course.
I’m not saying anything bad about you or implying anything, I just want to discuss the matter and explain the problem. Please don’t make random guesses.”
Malashenko is the purest soldier under the sun, while Malokov plays the guardian of the motherland in the shadows.
The huge differences in each other's identities will cause some innate gaps, but fortunately, two people who understand each other can bridge this gap by themselves and get closer to each other, which is of course enough to entrust trust.
"I'm looking for you this time to ask you for a favor. How much do you know about the small arms department in Moscow?"
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