Standing beside them, they looked at each other quietly in the bleak breeze. They both recognized each other and did not speak too much. They walked slowly and silently without saying a word. The one-armed colonel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who came looked at Malashenko, as if he had knocked over various spice boxes and mixed them together indistinguishably, with mixed emotions.
"I always thought that the photo on the front page of Pravda was because I recognized the wrong person, but now it seems that I am a bit old-sighted."
Malashenko, who was in an indescribable mood just like Colonel Petrov at the moment, was excited and was about to speak out a reply. However, Major Kamalov, who was still pressed against his head by the black hole of the gun, was the first to speak out as the villain complained first. Voice.
"Great! You are finally here! Colonel Petrov! This bastard dared to attack our people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He must be punished as he deserves! Please quickly order someone to arrest him!"
After hearing the sound, Colonel Petrov immediately glanced at Kamalov from the corner of his eye, who was being held against the head by Malashenko with a gun. His ruthless and cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person, instantly made Kamalov... Major Love shuddered all over, and the words he blurted out immediately made Kamalov completely despair as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Do you think I haven't done anything to you these days because I really don't dare to touch you? I have already investigated everything you have done in the two years since you took office at the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow and compiled the materials. This morning."
"Drinking and causing trouble, assassinating innocent people, retaliating, framing, embezzling public funds, defiling young girls... The things you have done are enough to make you die a hundred times, Kamalov, if you hadn't driven the car in the morning If you go out and "attempt to abscond", I will arrest you today! You are just a filthy blood-sucking insect attached to the body of the great Soviet mother, the scum of the Red Army, and the enemy of the people! Think carefully about how to confess your sins to Comrade Lenin. I will send you to see him soon."
The brand new arrest warrant written in black and white was thrown backhand directly into Kamalov's face like a wooden sign of death. After hearing the almost final judgment words from Colonel Petrov's mouth, Kamalov immediately twitched his legs. He instantly collapsed to the ground, his limp body still being stabbed directly by the black hole in Malashenko's hand, which was pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, a pungent stench burst out.
"Damn it! This bastard was so scared that he peed his pants! Fortunately, this guy fell into the hands of one of our own people. If he were caught by those Germans, he would definitely be publicized as a model. I really don't know that this is the case. How did the bastard become a major?"
The person next to Colonel Petrov who responded with bad words was none other than Major Malokov, who had gone to give Malashenko a new uniform when he was discharged from the hospital earlier. His position is directly aide-de-camp to Colonel Petrov, the head of the Special Operations Department.
Colonel Petrov, who turned his dead cold eyes into trashy eyes, quickly waved his hand in disgust. Major Malokov next to him, who also had an expression of extreme disgust, understood and immediately turned around to face The guards holding guns behind him winked. This group of carefully selected soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs with unwavering faith immediately swarmed forward and held Kamarov, whose entire crotch was already wet and yellow, as if he was holding him to death. It was lifted from the ground like a dog.
"Wait, stop."
Seeing that Kamalov, who had fallen into deep despair like a dead dog, was dragged away from him. Colonel Petrov, who had been staring at something on Kamalov for a long time, turned around and gave an order, stretching out himself. The only remaining left arm.
"You don't deserve this anymore, traitor! To keep it in your possession is a stain on the entire Soviet Union!"
With his left hand, Lieutenant General Kamalov had been wearing the Red Flag Medal on his chest to show off. Colonel Petrov, who no longer wanted to see this trash and rubbish even one more time, immediately seemed to be rushing. Like a fly, he waved his left arm again in disgust.
"Take it back, submit the prepared materials and start the trial process immediately! To continue to keep such a guy is a great irony to our entire Soviet Union."
Seeing that the lower half of his body was as limp as noodles, Kamalov was dragged further and further away by a group of thick and powerful Internal Affairs Ministry soldiers. Malashenko, who turned his attention and eyes back to the person in front of him, was finally able to pull him away. The words that were already on his lips came out.
"I really don't know what to say at this time, Comrade Political Commissar, I...I...I am as excited as a child who just got a birthday present."
Although Malashenko's true words were warm enough, Colonel Petrov, who did not pay attention to Malashenko at all, focused his attention on the man who was hiding in Malashenko. On the body of a timid young girl behind the scenes.
Even Colonel Petrov, who was in his late teens and had long passed the age of love for children, had to admit that the daughter of the former Tsarist Russian nobleman was as charming and moving as described in the report.
The sapphire-like eyes embedded in the face as white and flawless as blooming snowdrops, even with a slightly frightened look, are still so loving that people can't help but feel pity. That guy Kamalov could not sleep all night and tossed and turned. It doesn't seem unreasonable.
"Why don't you introduce your lover to me at this time? Little Malashenko, or maybe you are so stingy that you are not even willing to introduce me to such a beautiful wife."
Looking at the kind face of Colonel Petrov with a warm smile in front of him, Malashenko, who realized that his words and deeds were a bit too abrupt, quickly turned away with an embarrassed expression.
Even in that strange memory that did not originally belong to me, I have recalled this unforgettable and beautiful face countless times, but now it is the first time that my eyes are looking at each other at such a close distance. Natalya was so close, but Malashenko could not help but feel briefly lost in thought.
"I already understand you somewhat, Malashenko... If it were me, I wouldn't be able to rest assured if I had such a lover waiting for me back home."
He gave an encouraging and trusting look to Natalya, who was still looking a little scared. Malashenko, who quietly turned around again, no longer had even a trace of worry in his heart.