Chapter 284 Homecoming

"Is he the Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko who has been mentioned often recently? This is the first time I have seen a lieutenant colonel as young as him. The Major from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who just left the hospital looks like he is thirty years old. It looks really special.”

Looking at the watery and curious look on the face of the head nurse who was already in her thirties, the other young nurse who had been beside her and was whispering couldn't help but chuckle.

"Irina, are you interested in Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko? I heard from Dean Vadubov that even the Supreme Leader has paid special attention to Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko's treatment and recuperation in our hospital. The situation, and besides, he is a tank hero who made the headlines of Pravda, which must be extraordinary. If you can make Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko fall in love with you, you will definitely make everyone jealous. "

The head nurse's cheeks turned red when she was suddenly told something that was on her mind. The noteboard she was holding in her hand pretended to be angry and she waved at the person next to her.

"I see that you are becoming increasingly unable to control your mouth. Anya, I must teach you a lesson today."

"Haha, come on, you can't catch me. Besides, I'm just telling the truth."

Malashenko, who had already walked out of the ward, looked at the two nurses in white who were fighting with each other with some confusion. Malashenko, who was not sure what the reason was, had a question mark on his face. Shaking his head slowly, he picked up his not-so-large suitcase with one hand and walked toward the door of the hospital lobby on the first floor.

Along the way, he greeted the doctors and nurses who greeted him after recognizing his face. Malashenko, who walked out of the hospital gate and stood on the street filled with sunshine at noon, was at a loss for a moment. The Gorky cars driving slowly on the road and the various pedestrians passing by made Malashenko feel lost and felt like he was in another world.

"Is this Moscow in 1941? It's really a different scene compared to seventy years later!"

The familiar street layout but completely different architectural styles stood quietly in front of him. Malashenko, who spent three years studying abroad in Moscow, a foreign city in his previous life, couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Compared with those monotonous black and white photos, the colorful city streets filled with golden sunshine in front of me really have an indescribable magical feeling lingering in my mind and endless aftertaste.

"Sorry to bother you, comrade, are you Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko?"

Standing on the street and feeling lost, his thoughts were interrupted by the words that suddenly sounded next to him. He quietly turned around and cast his eyes in the direction of the sound, and then he saw a young smiling face. He is holding a black and white photo with his own portrait on it and looking at himself.

"It seems that I have found the right person. Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko. I am Corporal Valentin assigned by my superiors to be your full-time driver while you are recuperating in Moscow. I can take you anywhere, I mean, you can go anywhere near Moscow.”

Looking at the young corporal in front of him who seemed to be a little too excited because of seeing him, the thin layer of fine hair on his face invisibly showed the worldly experience of this young man who looked to be about twenty years old. Before long, letting such a young man who doesn't have too many concerns and "tasks" act as his full-time driver is a good idea for Malashenko, who wants to take this opportunity to relax and soothe his mind and tired body. It's undoubtedly the best thing to say.

"Thank you very much for coming to pick me up. Comrade Valentin, can you open the rear door for me? I want to put my luggage in."

Seeing Malashenko's quiet movement of picking up the small suitcase in his right hand, Corporal Valentin realized that he had forgotten his job due to being too nervous and maneuverable, and hurriedly ran forward and opened the car door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Comrade Malashenko. I'm too young and can't do anything well. Everyone comments on me like this, saying I'm just a kid. It's really nice to see a tank hero like you with my own eyes. I’m so excited. I promise I won’t make the mistake I made just now. Please believe that I will do my best.”

He hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to open the car door. Corporal Valentin, who was already a little incoherent, not only did not anger Malashenko, but actually made him laugh.

Compared with those strange officers who need to be on guard at all times and wear a mental mask to show off their intrigues all the time, Malashenko, who needs some time to relax and rest, prefers to stay with such sloppy rookie recruits. The best way to relax and soothe is when the burden of the inner world is truly let go.

Corporal Valentin reached out and opened the door on the passenger seat and got into his own seat. After placing Malashenko's suitcase, he returned to the driver's seat and closed the door. He spoke to Malashenko beside him.

"Comrade Malashenko, where are we going now? Just tell me the name of the place. I have the entire map of Moscow in my heart."

After hearing Corporal Valentin's question, he immediately thought about it, and it didn't take long to find the place name of the representative's home from another strange memory deep in his heart that did not belong to him. Malashenko, who had some small expectations, blurted out immediately after taking a breath.

"Ivanka Village, do you know this location? Comrade Valentin."

After hearing the place name reported by Malashenko, he immediately showed a confident smile. Valentin, who had made sufficient preparations to serve as Malashenko's full-time driver, naturally knew where the village was located.

"Of course, Comrade Malashenko, we will set off now."

After starting, the GAZ jeep carrying Malashenko began to speed towards the direction of his home in his memory, just like another GAZ jeep that had already gone one step ahead of Malashenko and was heading to Ivanka Village at the same time.

"It's really annoying! I just drank one more bottle last night, but who knew that I would suddenly encounter an inspection from my superiors this morning, and before I woke up, the new armless colonel is really my nemesis! This is the second time I have been caught violating discipline by him this week!"

A Soviet major officer sitting in the co-pilot seat of the GAZ jeep was obviously in a bad mood. His carefree days in Moscow, which had been spent in wine and women, were recently disturbed by a direct superior who had just been transferred.

The unusually depressed mood prompted the major to take off his blue-rimmed officer's wide-brimmed hat like throwing away garbage, and simply threw it aside.

Glancing at the obviously annoyed expression on the face of his immediate superior, the second lieutenant driver who was driving on the country road with his hands on the steering wheel turned around and smiled indifferently.

"Instead of being annoyed about these old things that have happened, it is better to change your mood and think about the good things that are about to happen, Comrade Kamarov, for example, how about the daughter of the White Bandit noble in the village ahead?"