Chapter 481 Reunion

The people living in this small building with a high status are basically government officials from Moscow. For these Soviet officials who often hear and see their superiors conveying speeches and read Pravda every day, Malashenko's young but victorious face is one of the most frequently seen photos recently.

The brief conversation with the middle-aged man, whom he had never met, lasted less than half a minute. Malashenko, who had other things to do, quickly waved goodbye to him with a smile on his face.

Hearing the hurried footsteps coming down the stairs gradually fading away, Malashenko, who stepped onto the stairs again, couldn't help but ask Corporal Valentin beside him.

"Am I really so famous now? Any passerby can recognize me, which is a bit exaggerated."

After hearing Malashenko's opening words, he couldn't help but smile slightly. Corporal Valentin, who had never left Moscow since the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War, was extremely aware of how famous Malashenko was in Moscow at the moment.

"A few months ago, you may not have known this name very well, but it's different now, Comrade Malashenko."

"Your name can be heard or seen almost everywhere at the meeting, in the newspaper, and in the propaganda. This special name indicates victory to everyone. As long as this name appears on the headlines of the newspaper, it must be the good news that the Nazis have been defeated by the Red Army again."

"I heard that many girls have regarded you as a hero, Comrade Malashenko, do you know this?"

"Regard me as a hero?"

Malashenko, who was very surprised, knew what Valentin meant by the double-entendre heroic words. He did not answer again, but just kept lowering his head and continued to lift his legs to the stairs above.

It is undoubtedly a good thing for many girls to admire you as a hero idol in the future, but at this moment when his head is on his belt and he may die at any time, Natalia alone is enough to give Malashenko a headache, and he really has no time to think about other women.

Corporal Valentin, who was leading the way, stopped walking up the corridor at the corner of the fourth floor. His steps and back as he turned to the corridor looked indescribable to Malashenko.

After thinking about many things, Malashenko was already a little afraid to face Natalia.

It is not absolutely accurate to describe Malashenko's current state of mind with the word "dare not", but it is an objective reality that there is no more appropriate word to describe it.

Malashenko, who was entrusted by another deceased soul, did not dare to think about what would happen after his death. If there was anything in this strange world that did not belong to him that Malashenko was most concerned about, it would probably be Natalia, who regarded him as the most important person.

"Hey, what the hell is going on! Why am I not a scumbag?"

In the previous life, I always sneered at scumbags, but now I envy them for not having to bear the condemnation of conscience and the heavy psychological burden.

Contradictions and conflicts collided fiercely in his heart. Malashenko, who took hesitant steps, finally followed Corporal Valentin's steps to the door.

The long corridor was very quiet and empty during the daytime working hours. The environment where you could hear a pin drop was completely opposite to Malashenko's conflicting heart at the moment.

After hesitating for nearly half a minute, he finally raised his right hand in the slightly puzzled eyes of Corporal Valentin. Malashenko, who had been suspended in the air at the closest distance to the door for several seconds, finally knocked gently.

Thumb-thump-thump-

After three gentle knocks on the door, the wooden door was opened at the same time as a slightly brisk footsteps.

The young girl who often showed a smiling face and brought encouragement and laughter to the neighbors around her opened the door with an expression as warm as the sun as always.

But facing this very familiar face that she was worried about all the time, Natalia, whose expression was frozen for a while, forgot to let go of the door handle and was stunned for nearly ten seconds. Then, she threw herself into Malashenko's arms like a long-lost lover.

Feeling the warmth and softness of the person who was more than a head lower than her, Malashenko, whose hands were floating in the air and looked a little abrupt, really didn't know where to put his hands. Natalia, who always laughed and talked in front of her neighbors, seemed to have aphasia when she saw Malashenko, who had been reunited after a long time. Only Malashenko, who inherited the strange memory that did not belong to him, knew the reason for all this.

The only thing about this body and soul for Natalia was the heaviest responsibility in Malashenko's heart at the moment. Malashenko, who could only express his feelings at the moment with a sigh, also didn't know what to say.

Corporal Valentin, who knew nothing about front-line fighting, was no rookie in the relationship between men and women.

Knowing that he would only be redundant and a light bulb if he stayed here any longer, Corporal Valentin, still smiling, pointed to another door panel not far away and then turned and left.

Until Corporal Valentin's figure disappeared into the corridor with the door closed and the sound of a pin drop returned to the level of a moment ago, Malashenko, who had not known what to do since then, finally gently placed his hands on his lover's back and slowly held them together.

"I'm back, everything is fine."

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The lover in his arms did not loosen his arms even after hearing the voice he most wanted to hear again.

From that inherited memory, he clearly understood why Natalia was in this state now. The strong arms that could continuously load more than thirty fixed 85mm shells did not have the strength to gently push away the weak body in his arms.

Malashenko, who quietly felt the scene at this moment, waited for nearly ten minutes. He finally raised his head slowly with sobs, and his ice-like face was flashing with tears.

"You have never lied to me, Malashenko. It was like this when we were young, it is like this now, and it will always be like this in the future."

Although it was not the first time that he heard Natalia's words, Malashenko was still shocked after hearing such a voice.

The worries and anxieties in his heart for a long time were not groundless. Natalia's words full of affection and tears once again confirmed a truth that had long been engraved in his heart.

This man, who was a tank hero of the Red Army and even appreciated by the supreme leader Comrade Stalin, was also the only one in Natalia's miniature world with countless cracks filled in.