Kalachev sent Malashenko to the gate of the field hospital. Malashenko also turned around and patted his good brother's shoulder, indicating that there was no need to send him away and that he should go back and continue working to save people.
But at the moment when the separation was about to come, Malashenko, who had already taken a step forward and was about to leave, suddenly turned around as if he remembered something, and then called out to stop Malashenko, who had also turned and left.
Karachev.
"Wait a minute, I have something to pass on to me."
"Um?"
Kalachev, who was stopped, turned around and found that Malashenko had already stepped forward and put his hand into his pocket. He then took out a small and exquisite wooden box and handed it to him.
"This is?"
"It's not for you, it's for Anya. I'm leaving now and I won't be able to see her. Please pass it on to me. At least she won't have to cry tonight."
"..."
The small wooden box in Malashenko's hand is not big, just enough for a man to hold it completely in the palm of his hand.
Looking at the small wooden box in front of him, he thought about what Malashenko had just said. Karachev could probably guess what was in the box, and then he showed a badass smile that every man knows.
Speak slowly.
"Can I open it and take a look? Just pay for the errands and satisfy my curiosity."
"..."
Although I didn't expect it, Karachev's request was not too much.
Taking a step back, after Anya opened the box, Karachev would also know what was inside, and since he was one of his own, he would simply show it to him to satisfy himself.
"Look, just don't break it, be careful."
"Ha, I knew you would definitely agree. Let me see what good things Comrade Teacher will give me."
After getting Malashenko's nod of permission, Karachev couldn't wait and immediately took the small wooden box and opened it without saying a word. However, his subsequent expression was a bit "reasonable but unexpected."
” is slightly more complicated.
"Uh... This doesn't look like a fashionable item. It looks a bit old. I don't mean anything else. It's really beautiful, but where did you get this thing? It shouldn't be something that can be done casually.
The stuff I got."
There are very few metal rings that are sky blue, but Malashenko got one, and there is a sapphire slightly larger than a soybean embedded in the center of the ring.
Although it is a handmade product, it has quite exquisite gem processing and cutting marks. It just fits perfectly with the sky blue carrying ring, and gradually changes in color. It can be regarded as a masterpiece in terms of design and production process.
Although there are some traces of time remaining on it, the whole ring does not look shabby. On the contrary, it adds a mysterious and unreal feeling to it, at least at first glance, this is indeed the case.
Especially these days, anyone with a little bit of discernment can see that this thing is something that has been handed down from the nobility or even the royal family. A woman who can afford to wear this thing must be rich or noble.
As a result, this made the knowledgeable Karachev even more curious about where Malashenko got this thing. Is this the secret treasure house of a European royal family that the Red Army conquered?
"Didn't we just come out of Warsaw a while ago? We were handing out food that day, and there was an old Polish man and his granddaughter queuing up. I happened to be inspecting and saw it, so I went over and asked someone to give the child an extra portion."
"Who would have known that this old man came again at night. If he couldn't get into the division headquarters, he asked the soldier on duty to pass this thing to me as a thank you gift. He also sent a letter along the way. The letter said that this ring was handed down from his grandmother.
It's at least more than a hundred years old, and he didn't say where it came from. He just said that he had nothing to thank me for, only this, to thank the Red Army for saving his little granddaughter, that's all."
"..."
After hearing this, Karachev, who held the ring in his hand and looked at the gemstones in front of the sun, carefully put the ring back into the small wooden box and put it away while continuing to speak.
"Didn't you thank the old man again? I know that treasures from troubled times are not valuable, but this thing is not only a treasure, it can almost be regarded as a cultural relic. You can make a lot of money by exchanging some canned bread for this thing.
The profit margins of those ghost guys on Wall Street are not as high as yours."
"I didn't go, where could I care? You know that we didn't stay in Warsaw for long, but I sent someone over that night to deliver another batch of food and meat, and I left a letter signed by me for the old man.
The thank-you letter just said thank you to their family for supporting the Red Army, and it has my autograph on it. The commander of the Red Army unit who wants to come to the city later will have to give me some face, so this can help their family to some extent."
Although Malashenko often calls himself a "rough guy", this is only a self-promotion. When it comes to what feedback can give the old man the greatest reward, Malashenko is very clear in his heart.
Not to mention being jealous of people who give you a bunch of food for free, they might even be regarded as hoarding cookies and hiding military rations from unknown sources by the Red Army troops who later came to the city to take charge of the area. Everyone is not guilty of the crime.
We all know, after all, food is the absolute "best" in this troubled world.
But if you keep this autographed letter of yours, entrust the commander of the Red Army troops who subsequently enter the city to take good care of this family, state that this family has supported the Red Army and the leading division, and then put your autograph on it and hang it at the end.
The official seal of the superior leader.
Namalashenko believed that the commanders of the Red Army troops who entered the city later had to give themselves some face. This was an autographed letter from the Major General of the Tank Corps, a two-time Hero of the Soviet Union. Moreover, the people supported and helped by this old man were famous.
The "Leader's Division" is a first-class elite unit of the Red Army named after the Supreme Leader, and Malashenko's personal letter is the old man's certificate of award.
Not to mention commanders at the level of regiment commander and battalion commander, even people at the level of division commander and corps commander understand it and know what to do before they are stupid.
In this way, the old man's family will not have to worry about their lives for a long time in the future.
As for the future and the future, Malashenko can’t do it all his life, right? Even in the war years, being able to help this is already a blessing for eight lifetimes. It’s not nonsense to say that in troubled times, people’s lives are not as good as dogs, that’s all.
The "Certificate of Award" written by Malashenko and sealed by Malashenko is a priceless treasure to ordinary civilians.
"Well, in this case, the old gentleman is not at a loss. I hope the little granddaughter can grow up well. Grandpa even gave away the family heirloom in order to protect her."
"But I'm curious. Anya is also a soldier. Isn't it appropriate for a female Red Army soldier to wear this? Or maybe I don't know much about it. In fact, there is no restriction on wearing this kind of thing?"
Upon hearing this, Malashenko just smiled, and then moved forward in a mysterious manner and whispered softly.
"What you wear on your hand does not necessarily have to be a token, and a token does not necessarily have to be worn on your hand. Learn how to pick up girls, boy. It's time to update your experience."