Nights in Auschwitz were no different from anywhere else, at least to Malashenko.
The silent night outside the window no longer has the hustle and bustle of the war during the day, with the loud sounds of gunfire and gunfire. Only the biting cold wind in winter is still blowing by, making the not-so-tightly closed windows rattle and create a slight chill.
It blew in and hit Malashenko's face, who was standing by the window sill, and felt a slight chill.
On the contrary, it can help people stay calm in this warm spring-like room with a roaring fire in the fireplace, always reminding Malashenko that the dark and icy cold night is not yet completely over.
"Varosa has a chance. He can come up with so many tricks in half a day. Now everything will be fine! I want to see how some 21st century garbage scum can reverse the case of the Nazi fascists. I want to see this gang
The bastard of a bitch will always be nailed to the pillar of shame of mankind. Humanity will never even think of emigrating to outer space!"
The surprise interrogation organized and arranged by Varosha personally achieved great results. All kinds of hard and soft methods, coercion and intimidation were all put in place. The result was that this group of fascist scum who really wanted to cherish their lives, knew that they knew
Everything was revealed in detail, including how many pairs of pants he had changed in the past year.
It's just that the Red Army is not interested in that...
Standing by the window sill and looking through the report that Varosha had just sent, Malashenko was naturally very satisfied with the answer sheet handed over by his capable general.
These testimonies and the physical evidence that have been seized can basically be matched. With the evidence of the murder weapon, there is the corresponding confession of the murderer, and there are also supporting documents of the massacre that can support the two. Three things
When strung together, there is a complete chain of evidence. Even if some garbage scum in the future has a hundred mouths, they will not be able to overturn the case of these convicted fascists.
"Now that everything is alive, the garbage that has no use value should also be disposed of. Let's see how I can carry out justice tomorrow morning."
With a grin on his face and muttering, Malashenko closed the document and report and threw it on the desk beside him, but this did not mean that Malashenko could rest and have nothing to do.
In fact, Malashenko is waiting for someone. If you fight too many wars, you will always feel tired and bored. Malashenko is waiting for someone who can play games and have fun with him. And
Varosha has been ordered to bring the person here in person, and they should be there soon.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
"Comrade Commander, are you there?"
Malashenko, who had just put the documents back on the table, could not sit down before there was a sudden knock on the door of the closed office. With a smile on his face, Malashenko knew that the person he wanted was probably already there.
Delivered.
"Please come in."
Squeak——
The door made of solid wood was gently opened, and what appeared in front of Malashenko was two figures, one tall and one low, a man and a woman.
The familiar one was naturally Varosha who knocked on the door and asked questions, while the unfamiliar woman was the first time Malashenko had met, and she was also the person Malashenko wanted by name tonight.
"Have you searched me? Have you done all the necessary processing?"
Before Varosha opened his mouth to report, Malashenko asked a question first, and naturally received an affirmative answer from Varosha, who knew the details of the entire matter.
"As you ordered, Comrade Commander, everything has been completed."
"Very good, at least she's wearing the right clothes, so it's interesting."
Varosha doesn't quite understand what Comrade Senior Commander means, but he also believes that Comrade Senior Commander, whom he has always respected, will not call this bitch to do anything shameful. Most likely, there is something that he doesn't know.
The arrangement may be an interrogation or face-to-face questioning, but what Malashenko said next really caught Varosha off guard.
"Go and wait for me outside, Varosha. Just leave her alone with me. Close the door tightly. Before I told you to come in, no one is allowed to come in, no matter what you hear or what happens. Listen.
understand?"
"..."
Varosha blinked twice and couldn't believe his ears. What did Comrade Commander mean by his words? Is there something wrong with his ears???
Before Varosha, who looked confused and shocked, could say anything, Malashenko, who had no time to wait, spoke again.
"Is there anything you need me to repeat? I've made the order very clear, Varosha."
"..."
He looked at the serious face of his comrade, and then at the bitch next to him who was only as tall as his shoulders, less than 1.7 meters at most. Valo no longer knew what to say.
Now that Shadu has reached this position, he can only perform the bounden duty of a soldier: act according to orders and resolutely carry out the orders of his comrade and division commander without any compromise.
"Be careful, Comrade Commander. If you need anything, just call me and I will wait in the corridor with others."
Squeak——
There was another sound of the door opening and closing, but this time it was the sound of the door closing again.
Finally got the "two-person world" he wanted, and Malashenko could also start the game he had planned in advance. The regular uniform of a tank soldier major general without a big-brimmed hat is still as brand-new and straight as during the day, paired with this
With a height of 1.93 meters that is much higher than that of ordinary people, she looks like a male model on a clothes rack. There is no doubt that it is the best medicine to stimulate female hormones.
"Miss Vera Isabella, the top officer in charge of all the female prisoners in Camp No. 3, I have to say that this SS uniform suits you quite well. I think I have to say that you have a proud figure.
As a man."
While muttering, he picked up the two wine glasses on the table, picked up the wine bottle and filled it half full.
The bottle of French brandy placed next to the cup is also a ready-made product captured from local materials. Auschwitz has no shortage of such hedonistic luxuries, but the owner who enjoys them has changed.
The target became the top commander of the Soviet army who now occupied this place: Malashenko.
He placed a wine glass in his hand and sent the other wine glass to the woman in SS uniform. Malashenko, who was watching with a condescending smile, continued to speak.
"I am Malashenko, Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, the Soviet man who makes you German fascists and all the lackeys who follow you fearful."
"Don't be so formal. I sent my most capable subordinate to invite you here just to spend a wonderful night for both of us. Now it's just you and me here. I think you will reciprocate this at this moment.