Destiny is a very magical thing, magical enough to make people feel unprepared for the sudden reality.
Malashenko never expected that the first person he rescued would be a nurse girl dressed as an angel in white.
Malashenko, who didn't care too much, carried the girl he had rescued from the rubble with his own hands like a princess to the ground.
Malashenko, who couldn't care less about the embarrassment, looked at the unresponsive girl in his arms. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could still feel that she was still alive.
Malashenko, who was looking for help, immediately looked around for anyone within sight who was related to the doctor. Unfortunately, after staring for a long time, Malashenko still found nothing.
"Damn, there's not even a damn doctor, what the hell are you thinking about?"
Cursing and cursing can't solve the actual problem, and anxiousness can't find a doctor who doesn't exist nearby.
Seeing that he couldn't count on anyone else, Malashenko simply held the girl in his arms and ran towards the street quickly. With one shoulder, he knocked open the wooden door closest to him in a straight line. There was no one and furniture scattered all over the place.
The scene does not appear to be inhabited by anyone.
The rescue work on the other side of the ruins was still going on. No one came with Malashenko. In the silent room, only the sound of Malashenko's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.
Malashenko, who was anxious but couldn't find a place, put the girl in his arms on the dining table next to him in desperation. The scattered glass cups and metal tableware were pushed down by Malashenko with a slap.
On the ground, Malashenko, who had laid the man down, immediately threw off his gloves and reached under the bridge of his nose.
"Damn, I can't even breathe. You're dead! I risked my life to save this girl like you!"
Malashenko, who came with the memories of future generations, knows how to rescue people buried in collapsed houses far better than people of this era.
Although he was a little embarrassed, Malashenko couldn't care too much at this moment. Artificial respiration was the only way to save the person from the hands of death.
Speaking of which, Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to fighting day and night, has not brushed his teeth for about a week.
This has nothing to do with Malashenko's lack of attention to personal hygiene. It is unrealistic to expect a strong man who is either rushing to retreat or confronting the German army to brush his teeth in the morning and evening. He also does not have the time. The only way to do this is to
The only way to "freshen breath" is that Malashenko gargles when drinking water and smokes all day long.
His mouth was full of the smell of cigarettes. At this moment, Malashenko never thought that he had not brushed his teeth for a week. In line with the priority principle of saving people, he struck the girl in the face with the standard posture learned and practiced in school.
, making a last effort to try to snatch the half-dead person back from the hands of death.
The best possible artificial respiration lasted for about three minutes.
Malashenko, who was already blushing from holding back the pain, saw that the girl lying on the table had not responded yet and was hesitating whether to give up. The originally expressionless girl suddenly woke up with a gasp.
"Um?"
Malashenko, who was quarreling at the girl's face in a very embarrassing manner, realized that the rescued person had woken up. He glanced sideways with a look of surprise and before he could say anything, an unexpected scene followed.
Malashenko was caught off guard.
The girl who was only temporarily buried and suffocated had no obvious external injuries and had a reasonable amount of physical strength remaining. She did not recognize the person in front of her at all and had substantial "physical contact" with her.
The panic-stricken girl used both hands to push Malashenko away and to the ground. Malashenko was caught off guard and fell on his back. Malashenko was sitting on the ground and even the tank cap on his head was thrown far away.
"Fuck, this girl is really strong!"
He mistakenly thought that this stranger had some inappropriate thoughts about him and became extremely flustered.
When the girl who was lying flat on the table sat up and looked at Malashenko with a slightly frightened look, she realized that the person in front of her turned out to be a Red Army tank soldier.
The fireproof suit that Malashenko habitually wrapped tightly around his body was gone.
There is no military rank mark, and the tank cap that flew off is also unable to identify the military rank. If Malashenko is not introduced personally, in the eyes of strangers, Malashenko will be a very ordinary tank soldier.
"Who are you? What happened? Why am I here?"
Although she identified Malashenko as a "comrade" who was in the same camp as herself, the girl who clearly remembered the scene when she just opened her eyes and woke up clearly had not relaxed her vigilance towards the "gangster" in front of her, and continued to move towards Malashenko.
Sanwen's words were obviously very cold.
He didn't hear a thank you for saving someone's life, but was treated as a gangster. Malashenko, who was clearly aware of his current embarrassing situation, didn't mention how wronged he felt.
Malashenko stood up from the ground with one hand, walked to the side, picked up his tank hat and patted the dust on it, then glanced at the girl and said casually.
"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, a unit directly under the Stalingrad Front Army Headquarters. You were crushed in the ruins of that building. I and others rescued you. You have
You were suffocated, so I gave you artificial respiration. Of course, this was just to save you. I have my own fiancée. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll leave now. Don’t bother the lesbian and push me again.”
Not wanting to cause trouble for himself, Malashenko put the tank cap that had barely been dusted off on his forehead and put it on again. He patted the dirt on his body and immediately stepped forward to leave.
I was a little overwhelmed by the sudden answer and everything that happened, and I didn't react.
The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw Malashenko was about to leave, so she quickly jumped down from the table. When she was rescued from the rubble, her nurse's cap, which was already loose, accidentally fell to the ground.
"Comrade, please don't do this. I just misunderstood."
"Anything else?"
Malashenko, who had a lot of important things on his body, was pulled by his sleeves. He immediately complained impatiently and turned around, but the scene he saw next made Malashenko a little dumbfounded.
He froze on the spot speechless.
The girl he rescued had short hair, at least that was what Malashenko thought until the last second.
But when Malashenko saw with his own eyes the blond hair with shawl running in front of him, which was a bit elegant because of running quickly, Malashenko, who had never had time to take a closer look at what the person he rescued looked like, was a little dumbfounded.