Chapter 1188 Gun King

"What did you say? Light weapons?"

Malokoff obviously didn't expect Malashenko to ask such a question, and he was stunned by the question.

"I don't know why you asked this question for the time being, but you really asked my blind spot this time."

"After the Moscow crisis in 1941 was resolved, the anti-sabotage and anti-espionage operations in the city have been decreasing. Those saboteurs who have something to do with the Germans have basically been cleaned up now. I have been free to deal with some political audits, but I have never paid attention to the light weapons department in Moscow."

Since his brother made a rare request, Malokoff felt that he couldn't refuse Malashenko. Moreover, in terms of his current scope of authority, it is not difficult to simply investigate and sort out the general information on light weapons.

Malokoff has reason to believe that even if he doesn't do similar things, people from other departments in the Ministry of Internal Affairs will do it every month, and the screening and audit of military industry has never been taken lightly.

After all, this involves the top priority of the supply of weapons to the front line, and there can be no mistakes.

Although he had basically decided to help Malashenko, Malokov, who was not used to speaking directly, decided to test the waters first and find out what Malashenko was going to ask him to do.

"As long as you don't ask me to do something impossible, I think I can help you, my brother."

Malokov heard that there was something behind his words, so he didn't complain. After all, he was satisfied that Malokov was willing to help, so he made things clear first.

"I want you to help me find someone in a department in Moscow that has something to do with light weapons. His name is Kalashnikov, Mikhail Timofeyevich Kalashnikov. He is a few years younger than me and should still be a young technician. When the Great Patriotic War just broke out, he was a T34 tank commander and a member of our tank corps."

"Later, he was sent to the rear to recuperate because he was wounded in combat. Later, he was busy tinkering with some light weapons, and he had some good and impressive results. I heard that he has been transferred to Moscow to work. I am quite interested in him. If you are willing to do me a favor, can you help me find him and introduce him? I want to chat with him and discuss something. "

I thought Malashenko would make some extraordinary request, but Malokov never guessed that Malashenko would talk to him so seriously just to find a small light weapons technician, and a young man in his early twenties.

To be honest, this is indeed a waste of feelings. Especially when Malokov took this matter seriously and prepared himself mentally, Malokov really felt that Malashenko was making a fuss.

"You are really a joke! I thought you wanted me to help you with something, but it turned out to be like this. "

Although he seemed a little disdainful on the surface, Malokov was indeed thinking about the problem.

After all, if he couldn't even handle such a small matter, he would have a hard time saying anything in front of Malashenko in the future. It would be good enough if he didn't get laughed at by others. How did you become a colonel in the Ministry of Internal Affairs? You don't even have the ability to find someone.

"Well, since you said he is just a young technician in his early twenties, then I think this matter can be left to me."

"Well, give me a day. I will give you accurate information at this time tomorrow, provided that he is really in Moscow. If not, I am not sure that I can call you over. You have to be mentally prepared in advance. I am not that capable yet. ”

With Malokov’s personal promise, Malashenko suddenly felt that the matter was basically settled.

You must know that this guy is a colonel working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If such a special department with such great power can’t handle it, Malashenko estimates that with his own connections, he may not be able to accomplish this matter in Moscow.

Malokov, who drove to the hospital for a stroll while on a business trip, didn’t have much time, as there was an important meeting waiting for him to attend at noon.

So after agreeing to help Malashenko get this done, Malokov, who didn’t even have time to eat, drove back to the dark yellow building on Lubyanka Street with an empty stomach and continued to work.

For the next half day, Malashenko, who had nothing important to do, continued to do nothing. With Anya’s support, he reluctantly Qiang was able to walk slowly to the garden, sit on a bench, bask in the sun, listen to the birds, and enjoy the scenery with the little girl. At lunchtime, someone brought him lunch. Such a life was comfortable and fast.

When the sun rose again the next day, Malashenko, who knew that there was nothing to do if he woke up early, chose to sleep in. Until Anya, who came to the bed with a tray to change the dressing, came to the bed, our old comrade Ma, who had a very ugly sleeping posture, was still drooling and snoring.

But for Anya, who was watching her loved one sleeping up close for the first time, the saliva that flowed onto the pillow with her mouth wide open did not seem to be indecent. Anya, who covered her mouth and smiled softly, did not expect that she would suddenly wake up Malashenko.

"Well, I overslept again. What time is it now, Anya."

"11 o'clock, it's almost noon. A good morning is spent in a peaceful sleep. Comrade Brigade Commander, rest will help your body recover."

"Why does it sound a little weird?"

Malachenko, who was grumbling in his heart, followed every procedure he had done after getting up in the morning these days. He sat on the bed and lifted his shirt, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his abdominal muscles and chest muscles, waiting for Anya to start the dressing change process for today.

At first, both of them were a little embarrassed, but since it was like this every day, they just let it go. On the contrary, Anya seemed to be more focused and more careful when changing the dressing, but our careless comrade Ma was still looking around like an old man playing chess at the alley, not taking it seriously at all.

After a while, Malachenko, who had finished changing the dressing, thought that he was hungry and seemed to have not eaten yet. After looking at Anya who was cleaning the tray, he thought that the two of them should just eat together. Eating with Iushkin and other big men every day would change his appetite.

But before Malashenko could put his idea into practice, yesterday's incident, which had been completely forgotten, quietly came to the door again and entered the room.

When Malashenko turned around, he saw the young man brought by Malokov standing a few meters away, looking at him with a slightly embarrassed and helpless look.

Malashenko, with his eyes shining, realized at once that Malokov had really done a great thing for him!

And the foreseeable future will be rewritten in his hands again.