After chatting about all kinds of trivial matters, Malashenko felt that it was time to talk about the serious matters of his return from this trip.
"How did my superiors arrange this trip for me? I still know nothing about it until I came back from the front line. The relevant itinerary is so confidential that even I, the client, don't know about it. Can you tell me now? "
As Malashenko said, he was just following orders when he came back from a stroll. At best he knew that he was coming back to teach the Yankees and John Bull. Besides, where to go and what to do today and what to do tomorrow. He didn't know anything about it, and no one explained it to Malashenko in advance.
Malashenko, who could roughly figure out why and what was going on, simply didn't ask any more questions. After all, he had to go back on this trip. What he was doing would be clear to him after he actually arrived back in Moscow.
Now that he has landed back in Moscow, Malashenko has been thinking about it for a while now, so he has to let himself know the general itinerary, right? Wouldn't it be a bit weird if he doesn't know anything when the parties involved have already arrived in Moscow?
When faced with Malashenko's question, Malokov gave a straightforward answer without much thought.
"Originally, I planned to let you rest for a day and wait until tomorrow to teach those British and Americans lessons. But who knows, these bastards are more anxious than us. They can't wait to see you and then get out of your belly. Take out some knowledge and stuff it into their heads equipped with shit."
"Isn't it ridiculous to say that the war on the Western Front is urgent and we need to go back and apply it in practice? The best tank heroes of our motherland have returned from the front to teach you. It is us who should really be anxious. The battlefield on the Eastern Front is much better than yours. Every battle on the Western Front was much more brutal. Forget it, there is no reason to argue with these bastards, they are all lackeys and servants of the capitalists."
After hearing this, Malashenko nodded thoughtfully. Unexpectedly, Malokov hadn't finished speaking yet. He picked up the lighter lying on the bridge and lit a cigarette for himself, and then his mouth filled with fairy air. Erdi continued.
"First, I will take you to your place of residence to settle down and familiarize yourself with the environment and route so that you can come back by yourself in the next few days. After all, I can't be your driver every day, although I am fully responsible for your trip and security. People."
"I put down my things and then went out to the city. The teaching location was at the Kubinka Proving Ground in the suburbs. The British and Americans had a lot of requirements. They not only had to listen to theoretical courses, but also had to combine them with practical operations, even driving. What we offer them is just speechless.”
"In addition, I have to work hard for you these days. Those British guys and Americans want to talk more with you, so the place where you stay is specially selected to be with them. So you won't be able to go home these days. , remember to tell your lover, lest she think you are staying out all day and night to hang out with other women. By the way, she knows about your return, right?"
"..."
Malashenko really wanted to answer something subconsciously, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that there was something wrong with them.
My trip and mission are strictly confidential, and the level of confidentiality is very high. This is what Vatutin specially told me when he conveyed the situation to me. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar is the only person in the division who knows his true mission after returning from this trip.
It was impossible for Malokov not to know about this situation. He didn't know how high the level of confidentiality was, but even so, this guy still asked such a question. Behind a series of seemingly ordinary and half-joking words, there seemed to be intentional
I added this half sentence accidentally.
Did Malokov really say it casually, intentionally or unintentionally?
Malashenko did not dare to say that he was 100% sure, because this guy's identity was too special. He was the colonel of the intelligence department of nkvd. The consequences of underestimating such a person could be said to include how he died and when he was released.
Don't even know if it doesn't.
But even if Malokov asked this deliberately and deliberately, so what?
He was just doing his job and ensuring that the confidentiality of the mission would not be leaked.
Naturally, the tank hero of the motherland has no reason to be a traitor and does not need to worry, but who can guarantee that his lover will not tell her best friend about it intentionally or unintentionally? The female lead singer of the Alexander Red Flag Song and Dance Ensemble will not be able to make people
They have a safe sense of confidentiality. This group of people has basically nothing to do with high-level military secrets. To put it bluntly, they can't be trusted out of duty.
To take a step back, if Malokov was so easy to trust people, he would not be able to get the position of colonel in the nkvd intelligence department today.
I was amazed at the words of the nkvd group and it should not be underestimated. If this was an ordinary spy appointed by Madaha, he would be tricked and exposed. At the same time, Malashenko, who did not tell Natalya about his return trip in advance, also acted as usual.
To be honest, the facial expression remains the same, without any ups and downs.
"No, Comrade Commander specifically told me the confidentiality of the mission and asked me to keep it strictly confidential. Except for the political commissar who was responsible for handing over my work, no one else in the division knew what I was doing here. Many people
Everyone thought I was back to work on tanks with military experts and chief engineers."
Malashenko not only told the truth, but also emphasized and hinted, "I have no problem keeping my mouth shut, but you idiots, don't make random guesses."
Perhaps he heard the dissatisfaction in Malashenko's words. Malokov, who stopped the car with a faint smile, just added casually.
"It's your duty, don't be angry. If it were someone else picking you up, they would ask you the same question."
Now that we have talked about this, what can we, Comrade Ma, say? I can only ride a donkey downhill and smile back. Is it possible that I really don’t give face to Colonel nkvd? Besides, it is still a duty.
Since we are old acquaintances and close buddies, obviously there is no need for this.
Following Malokov who was leading the way, followed by the security guard with guns and live ammunition who helped carry the luggage, Malashenko, who was dressed in the regular uniform of a tank corps major general, arrived at this building. It didn't look very impressive on the outside, but the interior decoration was very high-end. It's true.
There is something special about the interior of the small building. I followed the escalator to the third floor and stopped at the door of a room at the corner of the corridor.
"That's it. I'll have to live here for the next half month. You'll have one day off after you're done, and then you'll return to the front line. You must continue to abide by the confidentiality regulations during the mission. You must remember this. If you feel that the leave is not enough, just
Tell me and I will send a message to you to apply. In addition..."
Before Malokov finished speaking, the door to the room next to Malashenko's hand suddenly opened, followed by a slightly bald man in the uniform of a British Army Major General, who seemed to be following the movement in the corridor.
The head poked out from the half-open door, looking here and there.
It was just a matter of not looking at him, but in the end, he immediately saw the tall and tall Malashenko in front of him, who was like an iron tower, and then they looked at each other.