Malokov left Malashenko and left alone. Looking at the car's retreating figure, Malashenko, who had been sent downstairs to his home with his luggage on his shoulders, suddenly smiled.
"This guy is quite loyal. He clearly arranged the whole process for me. He is worthy of being the disciple brought out by Comrade Political Commissar."
Indeed, as Malashenko said, Malokov was really not loyal enough in his treatment of Malashenko's personal relationship.
On the front line, the political commissar comrades take care of him, and when he returns home to the rear, Malokov takes over.
Malashenko also understood that the master and apprentice took care of many aspects of his life and work. The difference was that one was on the front line and the other was on the rear.
It was noon when Malashenko came back, and people were still working at this time. Even the earliest people had to get off work for several hours, and basically everyone was not at home.
The apartment building arranged for Natalia by her superiors is particularly clean. Although the yellow walls may look a bit old, if you walk around Moscow, you will find that this is already a pretty good living condition.
After all, the war years have not passed yet, and everything is based on the continuation of the supply war. Moreover, Moscow suffered a crazy bombing by the Germans a few years ago, so it is normal that the house looks old and has not been repaired at all.
Carrying the luggage, he followed the location of his home in his memory to the fifth floor, and came to the door of the room. He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door. Malashenko did not wait for a reply, guessing that Natalia should be there by now.
If he wasn't at home, he simply reached out his hand and opened the door.
"Okay, it seems like no one is home."
The furnishings in the room are still basically the same as when Malashenko left last time. The whole room is well-organized and spotless. This is indeed Natalia's style.
He left the luggage in his hands at the door, then took off the large-brimmed tank soldier major general's uniform hat on his head, hung it on the clothes rack at the door and put it away.
It was also when he was hanging up his hat that Malashenko discovered that there was also a set of Natalia's military uniform with a skirt hanging on the hanger. This inevitably made Comrade Ma who was eager to miss his wife
Those dirty tricks are a bit "ready to move".
"Damn, I really can't wait to see her soon..."
He held up his wife's clothes hanging on the hanger and sighed in his heart. Comrade Ma suddenly felt like an idiot and suddenly retracted his hand. He couldn't help but wonder that he always seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to Natalia's military uniform.
Hobbies, don't think it's some weird xp awakening.
"Forget it, I'd better wait for someone to come back. If you touch the clothes, it means a hammer."
I have nothing to do but wander around the house.
Malashenko first wandered into the kitchen and looked around, and found that there were leftover bread on the plate that Natalya probably hadn't finished her breakfast.
Speaking of which, Malashenko, who had not had time to eat lunch, really felt hungry when he saw the food.
He was accustomed to eating cold food while running around on the battlefield. Malashenko, who couldn't care less, directly reached out to grab the bread on the plate and put it into his mouth. After a few big mouthfuls, he slurped down the remaining bread on the plate.
I ate everything. At the end of the day, I had to hold the remaining bread crumbs on the plate with my fingers and finish them off. I actually ate them all, not even the crumbs were left.
"Hmm, it smells good! It's the smell of my wife's handiwork..."
After reluctantly putting something on the table to suppress his evil intentions, Malashenko walked out of the kitchen and came to the bedroom again and sat down by the bed.
The bedrooms in the house are designed to face the sun, and the lighting is neither too strong nor too weak, which can be said to be just right. It can be said to be one of the houses with the best lighting in this apartment building.
The window sill is set right next to the bedside. It is a design that puts you in a good mood early in the morning when you get up early in the morning. The sun is always within reach.
The bedside table is placed under the window sill and beside the bed. On it are a desk lamp, a water glass from which Natalia usually drinks water, and a small wooden photo frame.
When he came back last time, Malashenko remembered that there seemed to be no photo frames here yet. What the photos in the photo frames would look like immediately aroused Comrade Ma's interest.
"What photo is it?"
While Malashenko guessed, he reached out and picked up the photo frame, put it in front of him and looked at it. He found that the photo in it was the photo of him going home last time and accompanying Natalya for a walk in the park.
Malashenko still remembers that a reporter from a newspaper happened to be taking photos in the park that day to record the lives of the people. By chance, he met General Malashenko and his fiancée who were out in casual clothes. There was no reason to let go of such a good opportunity.
However, although there is no such thing as "traffic is king" these days, we still have to make our newspapers and magazines more popular with the public, right?
There is no doubt that Malashenko is the most popular "popular star" among the general public. The delighted newspaper reporters rushed forward, hoping that Malashenko would give him permission to take photos and use them. In return, he would be washed out
A set of photos will be given to Natalia for free as a souvenir collection to record this rare and beautiful moment during the war years.
"Dear, what a great proposal this is, how about we agree?"
Malashenko, who was more than 1.9 meters tall and looked like a moving human-shaped iron tower, smiled when he heard this and fondly stroked the little head of Natalya, who was only over 1.7 meters tall and much shorter than him.
He nodded silently and agreed with a smile.
Seeing this photo again today reminded Malashenko of the past.
The sunshine that day was very good, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Natalya was wearing a light blue dress and brushed her long shawl hair behind her back. Malashenko took off his long-lost military uniform and looked the same as the comrades in the daily life of the workers.
Jackets, shirts, trousers, and Comrade Lenin-style peaked caps, walking arm in arm like this really looks particularly perfect.
In the photo, Natalia smiles very sweetly. Behind her is the sparkling lake with the rays of the sun. The man she holds in her hand seems to be the only pillar in her little world. Such a photo
All it brought to Malashenko were the infinitely beautiful colorful memories.
"I hope I can live until the end of the war and stay by her side forever..."
With the photo on his chest, Malashenko, who was half-lying on the bed and had only planned to rest for a while, fell asleep again. As soon as he came back from the front line, he was busy teaching people and was exhausted. It has indeed already made us tired.
The comrade was exhausted and fell asleep in bed.
When he woke up again, Malashenko barely opened his sleepy eyes and saw that the sun outside the window had reached dusk and was setting.
Realizing that he had definitely slept for a long time, Malashenko subconsciously turned his head and prepared to straighten his back and sit up. He found a delicate and familiar face, who moved a chair as usual and sat quietly at the head of the bed.
Before that, he just did nothing and looked at himself with his loving eyes and a smile for a long time until he woke up.