Chapter 3209 I Believe in My Husband

After a family reunion dinner, he played with his two sons until the children fell asleep one after another.

Malashenko, who had some time, came to the window sill far away from his family, opened the window, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and stared at the night view of Moscow outside the window. He frowned but couldn't say a word and fell into deep thought.

Until a pair of familiar and soft hands quietly wrapped around his waist and gently hugged Malashenko from behind in front of the window sill.

"You must have encountered difficulties, right? Dear."

""

"Hu——"

Not knowing how to answer, Malashenko exhaled the smoke from his mouth for a long time, put out the cigarette butt that was almost burned out in his hand into the ashtray by the window sill, and felt the warmth and thoughtfulness from behind, and then he spoke quietly.

"Did the children sleep well?"

"Thanks to you coming back, the two little ones are tired from playing with their daddy and are sleeping soundly."

Malashenko gently stroked his wife's hands around his waist with his calloused hands, and could feel the traces of time and housework quietly clinging to them, but he was still full of guilt.

After so many years of marriage, the time he could really be with his wife, share her burdens, and fulfill his responsibilities as a husband was far from enough.

"Do you want me to stay here with you? Or are you willing to tell your wife what happened?"

Malashenko, who had not spoken, heard his wife's soft and caring question again, and could not help turning around from the posture facing the window, and letting his wife, who had not left half a distance, hug him in his arms.

Subconsciously turning his head, he saw his wife's military uniform hanging on the hanger at the door.

To this day, Natalia is still the popular lead singer of the song and dance troupe, promoted to major and her singing voice is far away.

When he thought about his wife having to take care of two children with the help of neighbors and friends while performing, Malashenko, whose guilt had not been reduced at all, but even worse, spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought such negative emotions back home. I just want to leave you and your son a happy and joyful time."

"But you are the only man I love, aren't you?"

Natalia, who never raised her head from her husband's arms, spoke softly, her words full of satisfaction and happiness.

"Do you remember our wedding vows? Dear. I swear that I will be a good wife to you, share your burdens for the rest of my life, and never leave you, no matter what misfortune or trouble it is, my heart will be eternal."

""

Malashenko, who could no longer control his emotions, lowered his head and kissed his wife in his arms deeply again.

This harbor of the soul is Malashenko's eternal home and eternal destination. No matter what position he holds or where he lives, he will be as eternal as his wife's loving heart.

"Remember Marshal Zhukov?"

Facing his wife who was also a soldier, Malashenko finally chose not to hold back and spoke quietly as a husband.

Of course, Natalia still remembered the marshal who had witnessed her and her husband's wedding, or Zhukov, who was so powerful and regarded as the god of war of the Red Army. He was well-known in the Soviet Union, just like her husband, a real hero.

"It was him who transferred me back to Moscow this time. He wanted me to return to Moscow with the Leader Army and participate in those speculations and things that a soldier should not do. He also took this opportunity to use the Leader Army as a token of allegiance, as a tool to erase all traces of the Leader Army related to "Stalin" to prove something and himself."

"He even announced the cancellation of the honorary title of the Leader Army in front of all officers and soldiers under the city of Moscow, modified the victory flag at the same time, and invited Khrushchev to inspect the troops. He also wanted to let this... The leader's army later served as the Moscow garrison and became the closest unit to him, including me. "

"Oh my God, dear, can you understand? I almost don't recognize him, I don't recognize Zhukov, I don't recognize the war god marshal who once led me, led my comrades, and led millions of Red Army to victory. "

"What is the difference between what he did and tore the leader's army apart? After losing all these honors, what is left of the leader's army? When the enemy taunted, "Is this the glorious army that once made the Nazis tremble and shocked the world?", how should I answer to the soldiers and how should I give an explanation to my comrades? "

"When old comrades asked me with blood and tears where the honor was, and asked me why everything I had fought for disappeared completely. How should I answer them to be worthy of the responsibility on my shoulders and the identity of the leader's army commander. "

Malachenko, who finished all the things that were stuck in his heart in one breath, never felt a bit relieved.

On the contrary, he was upset because his wife knew how difficult his current situation was, and he dared not think about how his wife would face the worries alone after he left home.

In contrast, Natalia spoke again slowly, still in a soft voice.

"Then you must know what to do, right?"

""

Malashenko was startled when he heard it, and his hands gently stroking the back of his lover in his arms trembled slightly, but soon stopped and responded firmly.

"I will do my best to stop this, but the price is that I may lose everything I have gained in my military career so far."

"After today's contact, I know he will not give up, most likely not. But I want to prove to him that the leadership army should not be like this, and should not be reduced to a tool to be ordered around for personal gain!"

"Even if you break up with him because of this, you are still determined, right?"

Natalia could clearly feel that her husband was in a brief hesitation, and she knew the reason even more.

"Don't worry about me and the children, dear."

"Your heart and actions have always been as clear as a mirror. You have always believed that the path you are on is correct and will never let down your comrades who fight side by side with you."

"You will always be my hero. Do what you think is right and what you should do. I believe my husband just as my husband believes in himself and his comrades trust their eternal commander comrade."

"This family will not fall with me, never, dear. No matter what happens, I will wait for you to come home with the children."

Malachenko, who has never been so deeply touched as now, can hardly speak. The only thing he can do is to hug his lover tightly in his arms, and they can't separate for a long time under the background of the Moscow night outside the still open window.