"Comrade Commander, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. We have guests visiting."
"Um?"
After being busy all day, it was hard to say that he had time to rest early today. Malashenko, who was preparing to fight a big battle tomorrow, just sat on the edge of the bed. Before he could even cover his buttocks, he heard someone looking for him outside the door. He thought.
Thinking that it must be urgent to come here at such a late hour, I didn't think much about it, so I stood up, picked up the coats hanging on the hangers, picked up a batch of them, walked to the door and opened the door.
"Who is it? Staying up so late and coming to see me?"
The person who knocked on the door to deliver the message was obviously not the real person, but a guard assigned to Malashenko. The real person who came to see him was probably still waiting somewhere. Everything must be reported according to the procedures, let alone
It was already so late. Knowing this situation, Malashenko subconsciously asked the identity of the person coming.
"It's Major Kovanov. He said he has a special mission. He has something urgent to report directly to you, so he asked me to inform you that he is waiting in the lobby on the first floor."
"Kovanov?"
After hearing this, Malashenko frowned and stared, as if he noticed something amiss, but he did not think or hesitate and spoke directly to the guard in front of him.
"Let him come up. I'll wait for him in my room. Bring him directly to see me."
"yes!"
"Oh, right."
The guard who followed the order just turned around, and Malashenko, who was about to close the door, suddenly stopped.
"I asked him to serve two cups of hot tea, and he came here so late to tell me that he should have some water to drink."
"clear."
Malashenko, who closed the door and returned to the room, first put on the clothes he was wearing, tied a few buttons more casually, and then suddenly put on the new major general uniform that he didn't usually wear.
It's a little tight, and it's really incomparable to the tank fire-proof combat uniform that Malashenko wears like rags on weekdays. The latter is so baggy that it's almost like a cotton cover.
But Malashenko does prefer to wear his own tattered clothes, and it’s not for any other reason. As long as they are comfortable and fit, that’s the best. This outfit has style but the comfort has dropped.
Take it regularly, but that’s still not to our Comrade Ma’s taste.
Malashenko, who had tidied up his appearance casually, was just about to sit down in front of the sofa. The door that had not been closed was quietly pushed open from the outside to the inside. It was Koh who appeared in front of him along with the guards.
Vanov.
"No need, it's so late, there's no need to do that, and there's no one around, just find a place to sit."
Seeing that Kovanov wanted to give him a "formalistic" salute and report when they met, Malashenko, who was already informal, immediately waved his hand to say no, and then pointed to the sofa next to him to signal Kovanov to come in.
Sit down and talk.
"Is there anything wrong with you coming to see me in the middle of the night if you don't sleep well? Or is there something wrong with David? Has the ashes been handed over to the Americans?"
Malashenko's first sentence was half correct, at least a small part.
As soon as he found another single sofa next to Malashenko and sat down, Kovanov did not hesitate when he heard the words of his comrade. He started to blurt out the words that he had prepared along the way.
.
"You are right, Comrade Commander, it is related to David. But I came here to tell you something even more unexpected. To be honest, I am just shocked and angry now, really."
"oh?"
Malashenko, who had just lit a cigarette for himself, became interested when he heard this. Kovanov, who is usually quite steady, is not a "shock party" who makes loud noises. To hear this from his mouth
I'm afraid there's something really wrong with his self-report.
"Okay, you go on and I listen."
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
"Comrade Commander, the tea you asked for is here."
The person responsible for serving tea to Malashenko in the middle of the night was a female soldier. Within the leadership division organization, whether it was the division headquarters or the brigade headquarters, there were some relatively detailed tasks related to housework and other matters.
Lesbians do it.
After all, men fight and women take care of the house. Isn’t it tiring for men and women to work together?
"Do you need anything else? Comrade Commander, we also have prepared supper."
"Well"
Malashenko is not hungry, but it is not certain whether Kovanov is hungry.
"By the way, are you hungry? If so, I'll give you some supper and we'll chat while we eat."
"Thank you, comrade teacher, I don't"
Gulu——Gulu——
Even though he said he wasn't hungry, his stomach was really disappointing.
In front of the comrade and the female comrade, his stomach growled, and he didn't even have time to finish the sentence "I'm not hungry". This made Kovanov so embarrassed that he didn't know how to continue.
It was okay, but fortunately the heroic Comrade Malashenko thoughtfully resolved the embarrassment for his subordinates.
"Okay, I'll do the Yankees' business in the morning, and David's business in the afternoon, and I'll be busy until the evening. I guess you haven't eaten anything, so just bring some food up, and remember to keep it full.
of."
"Okay, Comrade Commander, please wait a moment."
When the female soldier holding the tea tray was ordered to leave, Malashenko, holding a cigarette in one hand and a tea cup in the other, took a sip and sipped the taste, guessing that it would take a while before the meal was served.
continued.
"Go on, I'm listening."
"That's it, Comrade Commander."
"After I got David's ashes, I planned to send them to the Americans as I had promised. But what I didn't expect was that when I arrived at the door of Jefferson's room, I heard the voice inside.
There was a quarrel between him and a woman, and it was quite loud."
"A fight so late? And with a woman?"
Malashenko, who really didn't expect such a plot, was so happy that he blurted out joking jokes.
"Is it possible that our Jefferson editor-in-chief is not good at bed work? He was humiliated by his angry mistress? You are just kidding, go on."
"yes."
Seeing that Kovanov's expression didn't mean he was joking, Malashenko guessed that this was probably not a fun matter, and then put away his smile and motioned for Kovanov to continue.
"It was intermittent at first, and I couldn't hear it very clearly. I should have knocked on the door, but I didn't know why I was just curious about it, so in the end I chose to get closer, almost leaning against the door panel to listen.
.”
"I could hear it clearly now, but then I heard news that shocked me even more. That Jefferson shouted that David had signed a contract with him, and that he wanted to keep all the photos that David had taken.
It was his own, and all the money, fame and fortune he gained from it belonged to him and were his private property. The woman in the room was very angry about this and started quarreling with him."