If possible, Malashenko would also like to sit down and chat with Karachev about the current situation in recent days. It has been a while since he learned about the recent situation in the field hospital.
This is not talking about the situation of the wounded, but about the operation and working conditions of the field hospital.
The answers to these questions cannot be found by inspecting the wounded. Face-to-face communication with Karachev, the specific person in charge of the field hospital, is the best way. There is no other way.
It's a pity that Malashenko still has a lot of bad things behind his back. It's not easy to sit down here with Karachev and have a few words. If there is no extra, at least he has to wait until Comrade Ma is free in the future.
Let’s talk about it later.
"It's about that man, that American named David."
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Malashenko originally thought that Karachev was here for official business, but looking at his expression and the words he just said, he probably had something private to talk about, at least a part of it.
"Well, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot. You two are Americans, so you are still from the same country."
Because Malashenko endorsed Kalachev with his own identity and credibility, even though Kalachev is still an American and not even a member of the Communist Party, he can still be the director of the field hospital.
The position remains unchanged.
Of course, this does not mean to deny Kalachev’s personal abilities and achievements.
It is obviously not enough to rely solely on Malashenko's trust and endorsement to secure this position. If he cannot gain the recognition of his comrades, he will not be able to integrate into the large group of leaders and play his due role in the position he is responsible for.
Responsibilities and obligations, let alone anything else, can only be empty talk.
There is no coincidence in success. It takes too much effort to trigger a miracle. Karachev himself also played an extremely important role in this process. This is indeed undeniable.
Maybe Malashenko mentioned it casually, but after hearing what the division commander said, Karachev was obviously a little touched by it.
When he came to the desk that belonged to him, but now Malashenko was sitting behind him, Karachev pulled out the chair and slowly sat down. He did not speak directly, but lit a light for himself first.
A cigarette.
"American?"
"Ah? Ah, it's American. Jessica just sent it to me. I just opened it in the morning."
Karachev, who looked preoccupied, seemed absent-minded and abnormal. He even forgot the basic operation of "passing cigarettes" to the leader before meeting. He had to be reminded by the division commander that this was something he knew Malashenko on weekdays.
That Karachev is a bit different.
Click——
call--
He took the American foreign cigarette handed to him by Karachev and lit it in his mouth. Malashenko, who had not smoked foreign cigarettes for a long time, happened to have a change of taste. His mouth was filled with smoke, steaming and circling until the aftertaste of the first puff of cigarette gradually faded away.
Then he spoke slowly.
"It's not easy. You have been away from the United States for so long. It has been several years. The girl named Jessica is still so devoted to you. She will give you whatever you want. You are so good at picking up girls.
It’s a textbook. I think if it’s well written, it will definitely sell well in the United States and make a lot of money. Doctors can still earn fucking shit from their hard work.”
Malashenko's tone was half-joking, while Karachev's next words were made of helpless laughter.
"It's not certain whether I will go back or not. I might stay in the Soviet Union in the future. I'm afraid it wouldn't be feasible to write that kind of book here."
"Um?"
Malashenko, whose ears were perked up, keenly grasped the key points of Karachev's words, and immediately blurted out the question with interest.
"Have you thought about it? You really won't go back to the United States in the future? What about your infatuated little girlfriend? Will you become a scumbag?"
"How should I put this? I haven't decided yet. If I really want to stay, I have to do a lot of things. I also need to ask my parents for their opinions and see if they want to come back and live with me. As for Jie
Sika."
Karachev shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand in a standard American humor, and slowly spoke out words of helplessness and concern.
"Although I did have a purpose in approaching her at the beginning, being with her will be of great help to my future career development."
"But after such a long time test, we also trust each other. The relationship between us has gone through the test of time and distance. It would be too heartless to give up so easily. I don't think my parents would approve of me hurting like this."
A girl’s.”
"When the time comes, I will respect her wishes. If I really want to stay, I will ask her if she is willing to come to the Soviet Union to live with me. If, if it is not possible, there is nothing I can do. I sincerely hope
She can find a man who treats her better than me, a lifelong partner."
"Um"
Malashenko, who sounded quite aloof, nodded quietly, obviously approving of Karachev's responsible attitude.
"But you still have to pass the test of your father-in-law. I mean, if this girl is really willing to come to our place to live with you."
"My father is a big boss of a pharmaceutical company, and my daughter is, to put it bluntly, the daughter of a wealthy family. Being with a Russian guy like you is going to be an advantage for you. If you want to kidnap my daughter to the Soviet Union, it's best not to elope."
When it comes to things, you listen to me."
"My girl has done so much for you in the past few years, and it's a bit too much to fall out with your family just to run away with your son. When the time comes, be patient and resolve this matter properly. If you need my help, just tell me.
, I’ll help you until you say I can.”
This topic unknowingly went off topic.
After receiving Malashenko's promise to help, Kalachev first expressed his gratitude. Regardless of whether he would need it or not, his attitude towards his comrade was enough to be grateful. To say that these days, Malashenko has been asking for help.
There was a line of people who could help with things, and no one wanted to have a good relationship with the most popular young major general in the Soviet Union.
As for getting Malashenko to take the initiative and promise to help.
Sorry, for 99.99% of people, this is the kind of thing that makes you laugh out of your dreams.
Smiling while thinking about what to say next, Karachev suddenly thought of why he was here and his smile froze. Then he hurriedly put away his smiling expression and hurriedly spoke to Malashenko again.
"Comrade Commander, it's like this."
"There was an accident during the operation. I didn't expect that David would wake up in that situation. When he was dying, he told me his last words and entrusted me with some things. I think this situation should be reported