You can only know how strong this feeling is by deciding a person's life or death with your own hands, and having this person very close at hand, right in front of you.
Malashenko, who stood in the cold wind with his back against the jeep, was still waiting, waiting for Major Winter to come forward with an answer that no one could guess. What would happen to him after he came to him?
say something.
"What was said? How did it feel?"
The first person to ask the question was Malashenko. Major Winter, who had already walked in front of Malashenko, only needed to answer.
"Feeling? If I say I feel good, would you believe it?"
Answering questions with questions is sometimes a very uncomfortable way, but fortunately, Malashenko is in a very good mood now and is not ready to go to war over such a trivial matter.
"I believe it. Of course I believe it. Why don't I believe it?"
Malashenko, whose facial expression had turned into a smile, took a step forward, raised his head and faced Major Winter and spoke slowly.
"After all, we are wearing the same military uniform now, aren't we?"
Malashenko was obviously making a pun. After hearing this, Major Winter also looked down at his clothes in silence. The brand-new Red Army winter army coat he just got was indeed very special.
fit.
"Yes, people in the same military uniform... I just don't know if you can accept a German, a former enemy."
Political Commissar Petrov said that Major Winter was not a person suitable for intelligence work, which was true from a certain perspective, but Major Winter was at least up to par in terms of emotional intelligence.
After hearing the question, Malashenko just smiled and immediately answered without any hesitation.
"That depends on what answer you give."
Major Winter was thoughtful when faced with Malashenko's words, but did not give an answer immediately.
When he suddenly looked back, he first looked at the rows of prisoners behind him. Those people were still looking at him with their eyes in unison, and there was something in their eyes... There was something about the current Major Winter.
Complex and hard to understand.
After the focus of his vision shifted to the left again, what came into view was the half-headed corpse lying on the snow.
Although he didn't directly move his hands, it was obvious that he was the one who took away the guy's life. Major Winter, who was very aware of this, just watched all of this quietly, with a firm look in his eyes in an unnatural way.
"I didn't understand before, but now I know..."
"Those who are fanatically loyal to Fascism will only become an obstacle on my way to save the motherland. They are like stubborn maggots that cannot be shaken off or removed. They cling to the trunk of the motherland until they are destroyed together.
They only follow that person's orders and turn a deaf ear to reality and everything else, even if it means dragging the entire country and everyone to hell."
"When I first came to you, I thought that scumbags like Staufen were only a minority and existed only in the SS."
"But now, I finally understand."
"These maggots have long been spread everywhere, and they are pervasive. The black hands of Fasis have contaminated everything they touch and distorted it. I even tried to persuade that idiot and reason with him just now, but in the end it was all in vain.
, it won’t have any effect at all.”
"Don't you Russians say that revolution always requires bloodshed and sacrifice? I have read these words in your books. So now the blood of these madmen who can no longer be saved must be shed. If sacrifices are required, I am willing to be
The first person to die on the road to save the motherland. In other words, I am not the first, but I will definitely be one of them, as long as there is need."
"I only hope that what you once said to me is true, and that you Bolsheviks really have a way to save my motherland. I hope that in the future I will not regret the choice I made today, because I have no other choice.
This is the only choice."
The cruel reality does not leave a desolate patriot with many choices, whether it is a deceptive lie or a real hope. The person who holds the decision-making power in all this is the real winner, that is, the current Malashenko
.
It's okay to give false hope in return for deception, but at least that's not what Malashenko thinks at the moment, nor was he planning to do so from the beginning.
The ultimate purpose of setting up this plot is just to make Winter, a guy with uncertainties, be completely committed. Trust is accumulated over time and used on brothers and comrades who share life and death, and share hardships. It cannot be given casually.
of a man who had just surrendered.
Regardless of these objective factors, Malashenko did describe to Major Winter a real world that will inevitably exist in the future, without any deception in return.
So what kind of answer will come next, combined with what Major Winter said just now, in general, it is actually logical.
"You will definitely not regret it, but will feel lucky for the choice you made today, in the near future."
Malashenko flicked the cigarette butt in his hand and took a step forward, extending his right hand to Major Winter who had been watching him.
"Welcome to the future."
There were no overly complicated modifications or any hypocritical or unrealistic terms. Malashenko, who was matter-of-fact, had obviously put his words into Major Winter's heart.
"There is indeed a big difference between your description and the description I saw in the intelligence. Those words only recorded your fighting side. Now it seems that you are still a good planner and lobbyist."
"For the future, I am willing to join you."
Some things that seemed to have unpredictable results before were actually decided when the hands were holding each other's hands.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, and they can reveal many true things when their eyes meet each other. As long as you have enough experience, you will be able to detect something.
At least this time, Malashenko did not read the smell of conspiracy in the eyes of Major Winter. And Malashenko, who has grown up with Commissar Petrov all the way, is also a person who has established strong self-confidence.
.
Doubting oneself is tantamount to doubting everything. How can a person who cannot even believe in his own abilities be a good commander?
Major Winterl, who had completed the task assigned by Malashenko, was temporarily taken away, and the next conversation was between the political commissar and the division commander.
"Well done. Such tricks are rare even in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You have considered all the details."