"...You should also take care of yourself. Take care of yourself when I'm not around. No one is watching you. Don't stay up late or smoke too much. I will see you intact when I come back in half a month."
Stand in front of me. This is an order. Comrade division commander gave you a special order. Only you can complete it. Do you understand?"
Speaking of which, Malashenko has never spoken to a political commissar in such a tone or issued a so-called order. It has always been "Let's discuss it with whom."
But precisely because of this, the more it gets to this time, the more it becomes like this, the more people feel an indescribable taste and an indescribable feeling.
In the end, the silence was broken by Comrade Political Commissar who answered.
"I will persevere until the day of final victory, not only to you, but also to myself. I have been through it for so long, and there is no reason to give up halfway. I believe that I can continue to persevere and wait.
Take a look."
Knowing that the comrade political commissar will definitely give such an answer, this is to be expected.
But somehow, this kind of expected answer makes people feel inexplicably reassured, and they feel the encouragement of an invisible force, like a warm sunshine shining on people, which is as beautiful and beautiful as the sun.
And invisible.
Stop thinking about those things that will inevitably be lost in the future. People who live in the shadow cannot move towards the future.
Malashenko, who was well aware of this, finally left his still resolute figure to the political commissar, turned around, picked up his luggage and strode out of the division headquarters camp, and boarded the guard company that was already ready at the door to escort the convoy.
He left in the vast darkness and disappeared into the thick darkness. Only Comrade Political Commissar was left standing at the door of the division headquarters camp, looking at the dark night in the distance, and stopped for a long time.
"He has really grown up, just like us back then, brother..."
Except for the two guards who accompanied him on the plane to help with luggage and security work, Malashenko, who was wearing a new tank corps major general uniform that he did not often wear, did not bring anyone else back to deal with those Yankees and John Bulls.
The arduous task will be completed by him alone.
By the time the Li-2 transport plane, which took off at dawn, landed again, the sun was shining brightly. The weather was exceptionally good and the sky above Moscow was cloudless. Even the strong winds that had returned several times in the past had stopped at the empty airport.
Malashenko took a deep breath and walked down the gangway. Before he could do anything, a long-awaited figure in the crowd immediately strode forward and embraced him with open arms.
"Haha, my good brother is back. It's really hard for me to wait! Let me see if all the parts on this body are still complete. The great hero of the motherland is back again."
There is no need to guess too much. Apart from Natalya, there is only one Moscow acquaintance waiting at the airport for Malashenko's return at this time.
He is an old subordinate of Comrade Political Commissar, a good comrade of nkvd who loves the party and the country, a middle-level manager of the Lubyanka Hotel, and Colonel Malokov of the Intelligence Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who has reached the rank of colonel.
Malashenko was still a little out of breath when Malokov gave him a strong bear hug when he came up. When the guy, who was as strong as an ox and only slightly shorter than himself, let go of his hand, familiar.
Malashenko, with a smile on his lips, then spoke.
"I guessed on the plane that you must be the one who was arranged to pick me up. Only you would rush here to do this. I'm afraid it would be too late for others to avoid the trouble."
Malokov, who was dismissive of Malashenko's Versailles scene and pouted his lips in a pretentious manner, seemed very disapproving.
"What you are saying is, do you really think that people with two Hero of the Soviet Union medals are landing at the Moscow Airport every day? There are many people who want to take over this job, but no one can compete with me. Whoever dares to compete with me will follow me.
Urgent! They are picking up comrades, and I am picking up brothers and comrades. Can this be compared? There must be no comparison, right?"
"Hahahahahaha..."
The guy in front of me who was startled and laughed suddenly looked nothing like a colonel from the nkvd intelligence department. If he took off his military uniform, you would say he had just sobered up but was not fully awake yet. He was still a bit of a fool, Malashenko.
I guess a lot of people believe it.
However, this is the most powerful thing about this kind of person. You never know how many faces you don't know are hidden under this seemingly real appearance.
Fortunately, such a person is not an enemy after all, but an old friend that he can absolutely trust. At least when he is in front of him, he is absolutely true and does not appear to be false. Malashenko is very clear and convinced of this. This is something he has experienced
It has been tested by many things and time.
Having said this, Malokov didn't say much more. He turned sideways and made an invitation gesture to Malashenko and spoke boldly.
"Let's go, great hero! The car has been prepared for you for a long time. Today I will be your driver myself."
Malashenko smiled and said, if nothing else, at least in terms of work, he Malokov has never let you down.
"Then it's up to Comrade Colonel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to drive and walk."