Chapter 2108 A Game (Part 1)

The night in Auschwitz is no different from other places, at least that's how it seems to Malashenko.

The quiet night outside the window is no longer filled with the noise of war and gunfire during the day. Only the biting cold wind in winter is still blowing, making the windows that are not so tightly closed rustle. Some cool air blows in, and it really feels a little cold on Malashenko's face standing by the window sill.

It can also keep people calm in this warm room with the flames jumping in the fireplace, reminding Malashenko that the dark and cold night has not yet ended completely.

"Varosha is quite capable. He can come up with so many tricks in half a day. Now everything is fine! I want to see how some 21st century scum can overturn the Nazi fascist case and make sophistry. I will nail these bastards to the pillar of shame of mankind forever, and human beings can never come down to migrate to outer space!"

The surprise interrogation organized by Varosha himself has achieved great results. All kinds of soft and hard methods, coercion and intimidation are in place. As a result, this group of fascist scum who really want to cherish their lives have revealed everything they know, and even said how many pairs of trousers they have changed in a year.

The Red Army is not interested in that.

Standing by the window sill and flipping through the report that Varosha had just sent, Malashenko was naturally very satisfied with the answer sheet submitted by his capable general.

These testimonies can basically match the physical evidence that has been seized. There is evidence of the murder weapon, the corresponding confession of the murderer, and the massacre record files that can better support the two. The three things strung together form a complete chain of evidence. Even if some garbage scum in the future has a hundred mouths, they can't think of overturning the verdicts for these fascists who have been hammered.

"Now everything is ready, and the garbage that has no use value should be dealt with. Let's see how I will execute justice in the early morning tomorrow."

Malachenko, with a grim smile on his face, closed the file report and threw it on the desk beside him, but this does not mean that Malachenko can rest and have nothing to do next.

In fact, Malachenko is waiting for someone. If you fight too much and always fight and kill, you will always feel bored and boring. Malachenko is waiting for someone who can play games with him and have fun. He has already ordered Varosha to bring the person over in person, and he should be in place soon.

Knock, knock, knock——

"Comrade, are you there?"

Malachenko, who had just put the documents back on the table, had not yet sat down when a knock suddenly sounded on the closed office door. Malachenko smiled and knew that the person he had called for had probably been delivered.

"Please come in."

Squeak——

The solid wood door was gently opened, and two figures appeared in front of Malachenko, one familiar, one tall, one short, one man and one woman.

The familiar one was naturally Valosha, who knocked on the door and asked questions, while the unfamiliar woman was the first time Malachenko had seen her, and she was also the person Malachenko had called for tonight.

"Have you searched? Have you done everything you should do?"

Before Valosha started to report, Malachenko asked first, and naturally got a positive answer from Valosha, who knew the details of the whole matter.

"Everything has been completed as you ordered, Comrade Division Commander."

"Very good, at least she put on the right clothes, which makes it interesting."

Varosha didn't quite understand what the Comrade Division Commander meant, but he also believed that the Comrade Division Commander, whom he always respected, would not call this bitch to do anything shameful. There was probably some arrangement that he didn't know about, maybe an interrogation or face-to-face questioning, but what Malashenko said next really caught Valosha off guard.

"Go wait for me outside, Valosha, just leave her alone to me, and close the door. Before I tell you to come in, no matter what you hear or what happens, no one is allowed to come in, do you understand?"

""

Varosha blinked twice and couldn't believe his ears. What did the Comrade Division Commander mean by this? Could it be that there was something wrong with his ears? ? ?

Before Valosha, who was confused and shocked, said anything, Malashenko, who was in a hurry, spoke again.

"Is there anything I need to repeat? I have made the order very clear, Valosha."

""

Looking at the serious face of the division commander, and then at the bitch beside him who was only as tall as his shoulders and less than 1.7 meters tall at most, he didn't know what to say. Valosha had come to this point, and in the end he could only perform his duty as a soldier: obey orders, and resolutely execute the orders of the division commander without any discounts as always.

"Please be careful, division commander. If you need anything, just call me directly, and I will take people to wait in the corridor."

Squeak--

There was another sound of the door opening and closing, but this time it was the sound of the door closing again.

Finally getting the "two-person world" he wanted, Malashenko could also start the game he had planned in advance. The uniform of a major general of a tank soldier without a wide-brimmed hat was still as new and straight as during the day. With his height of 1.93 meters, which was far higher than that of an ordinary person, he looked like a male model on a hanger. It was undoubtedly the best medicine to stimulate female hormones.

"Miss Vera Isabella, the highest officer in charge of all female prisoners in Camp No. 3, I have to say that this SS uniform suits you quite well. I think I have to say that you have an impressive figure for a man."

While muttering, he picked up the two wine glasses on the table and filled them half full with the bottle.

The bottle of French brandy next to the glass was also a ready-made product seized locally. Auschwitz is not short of such luxury goods, but the owner who enjoys them has changed to the highest commander of the Soviet army occupying this place: Malashenko.

Putting a wine glass in his hand and delivering another wine glass to the woman in the SS uniform, Malashenko, who looked down with a smile, continued to speak.

"I am Malashenko, Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, the Soviet man who terrifies you German fascists and all the lackeys who follow you."

"Don't be so reserved. I sent my most capable subordinate to invite you here to spend a wonderful night for both of us. Now there are only you and me here. I think you will agree with this at this moment, right?"