But just when Kamalov, who had smoked half a pack of cigarettes in less than half an hour to kill time, was thinking about whether to urge his men to speed up the progress, the cigarette flashed in front of his eyes like a white snowdrop. The beautiful silhouette that passed by instantly stunned Kamalov, who was originally in a distracted state.
"Damn it! How come there is such a beautiful girl in this village!? I...did I drink too much last night and am a little dazzled now?"
For a long time, people all over the world have believed that love at first sight is a term used to describe the emotional relationship between men and women. It is like falling in love with something that only appears in legends and suddenly appears in front of you, so close and within reach. The desperate male possessive desire to get her" filled Kamalov's mind and could not get rid of it.
Looking at the girl who looked like a budding snowdrop with short blond hair floating in the breeze, Kamalov seemed to be possessed. He had already forgotten what he was going to do next. Those pair of The light blue and deep sapphire-colored eyes set on the moving and flawless cheeks seemed to be enough to pull Kamarov's soul out of his body without even using his peripheral vision, and were full of indescribable powerful charm.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Kamalov, who was muttering soft words and gasping for breath, had never felt such a heartbeat in his nearly thirty years of life. "As long as I can get this woman, I will do whatever it takes to get it, it's worth it!" The thoughts rushing to his head forcibly dominated Kamalov's will, driving his almost uncontrollable mouth to blurt out to the deputy beside him.
"Remember this girl with light blonde buns and short hair. I want all the information about her name and the specific house she lives in! Also, don't disturb her now. Check it out for me immediately when you get back. I want to get all the information as soon as possible! "
Kamalov, who had been dominated by uncontrollable emotions and filled his brain, could only think about that touching figure. As soon as he returned to his office, Kamalov immediately started rummaging around as if he was possessed. With all the files, Kamalov didn't know the girl's specific background, but he still didn't dare to act immediately and acted rashly.
"Yes... it should be this one... yes, Ivanka Village... um... yes, it's her, Natalia! Ah, this name is just like Her face is equally fascinating. What follows...um...what? She is actually the daughter of a white nobleman? This...is simply unbelievable!"
Kamalov, who found all the specific information about Natalia from the archive documents, immediately showed a look of shock on his face.
In the past, I have only heard of hearsay stories about some descendants of the previous generation of white bandit nobles who were given up for adoption because they were too young at the time and survived by luck, but this kind of thing is actually better than winning five million in a lottery ticket. The chance of something even rarer is Kamalov's own encounter, but this is the first time.
After a brief shock, Kamalov then began to calm down and think calmly, and then he felt that this was not a bad thing. The orphan descendants left by the white nobles were in this era of the Soviet power. They are simply worse than ordinary civilians.
A girl like this who is a key surveillance target is simply a natural advantage for Kamalov, who holds privileges. Kamalov, who has already figured out all the details about Natalia, can just go there in person and find any excuse.
After a little interrogation, and if it really doesn't work, she will use a few harsh words to threaten her. With such a set of hard and soft methods, how can it be that the descendants of the white bandits and nobles will not obey her?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Kamalov was about to stuff the file back into the bookcase and set out to hunt for women immediately. However, he accidentally scanned the bottom line of the file information and instantly stopped his excitement.
Double friendly eyes.
"Huh? I actually have a fiancé who is a Red Army tank soldier? He serves in the 20th Tank Division of the 9th Mechanized Corps of the 5th Group Army under the Southwest Front... Damn it! Is this the file registered by that idiot? Why?
They didn’t write down the specific name of her fiancé!?”
The daughter of a white bandit aristocrat has a fiancé who is a Red Army tank soldier. This unexpected and strange combination of lovers suddenly makes things that were already a sure thing become more difficult.
There are no regulations in the entire Soviet Union that expressly prohibit the descendants of the White Bandit nobles from marrying the great Red Army soldiers. At best, it just depends on whether the Red Army soldiers themselves are willing to accept such a lover with a bad background. If you are really a bastard, you will see
Logically speaking, if two people are in love with each other, they can get married.
After all, the descendants of those White Bandit nobles are now just ordinary people who grew up as children after being adopted by ordinary Soviet people's families. After years of education and influence, they have already become essentially different from the original White Bandit nobles.
The difference is that it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a member of the broad masses of the Soviet Union. If he is really desperate to snatch it over, it is likely to cause some unnecessary trouble.
Kamalov, who carefully considered all possibilities, was still an extremely shrewd Major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Things that were too risky were never Kamalov's style. It was Makarov who knew himself and his enemy and figured out the details before taking action.
The undefeated path that has been fought all the way to this day.
After paying attention, Kamalov immediately mobilized his connections and tried to secretly find out the name of Natalia's fiancé, what military rank he had, and most importantly, whether he was still alive.
But Kamalov, who did not dare to openly speak out because of an ordinary rural girl, even though he spent half a month secretly searching, he still could not find out that the front line had been beaten into a pot of porridge and the organization was scattered.
Among the millions of Soviet Red Army soldiers, they found out who Natalia’s fiancé was.
Kamalov, who had endured the grievance for more than half a month, finally couldn't bear it anymore after being severely criticized by his superiors this morning, and immediately called out his closest confidant on the pretext of going out on patrol.
The idiot drove out of the city, intending to completely capture the beautiful figure that had been lingering in his heart for half a month.
"Even if he's not dead, he's just an ordinary tank soldier like a second lieutenant at best. If there really is a commotion, I will be prepared to suppress the matter. In the worst case, I will arrange for two "German spies" to suppress it.
It wasn’t a difficult task for him to do it. All he had to do in the report he submitted was “truthfully explain the situation.” Humph, I really wasted half a month!”