Chapter 604 Misunderstanding

Destiny is a magical thing, so magical that it can catch people off guard by the sudden reality.

Malashenko would never have expected that the first person he rescued would be a nurse girl in white.

Malashenko, who didn't care too much, hugged the girl he rescued from the ruins to the ground in a princess hug.

Malashenko, who didn't care about the embarrassment at all, looked at the girl in his arms who didn't respond at all. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he could still feel that she was still alive.

Malashenko, who was anxious to save people, immediately looked around for anyone who was related to a doctor within his field of vision, but unfortunately, after staring for a long time, Malashenko still found nothing.

"Damn it, there's not even a doctor, what the hell is this!?"

Swearing can't solve the actual problem, and you can't find a doctor nearby even if you are anxious.

Seeing that he could not rely on anyone else, Malashenko simply ran quickly to the street with the girl in his arms. He knocked open the wooden door closest to him with his shoulder. The empty scene with scattered furniture looked like no one lived there.

The hand-digging rescue on the ruins was still going on. No one followed Malashenko. In the silent room, only Malashenko's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

Malashenko, who was anxious but could not find a place, put the girl in his arms on the dining table next to him. The broken glass cups and metal tableware were pushed to the ground by Malashenko with a slap. After laying the girl flat, Malashenko immediately threw off his gloves and reached under his nose.

"Damn, she's not even breathing. Don't tell me she's dead! I risked my life to save you, girl!"

Malashenko, who came with the memory of the future, knows how to rescue people buried in collapsed houses much better than people of this era.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, Malashenko couldn't care too much at this moment. Artificial respiration was the only way to save the girl from the hands of death.

Speaking of which, Malashenko, who had long been accustomed to fighting day and night, hadn't brushed his teeth for about a week.

This had nothing to do with whether Malashenko paid attention to personal hygiene. It was unrealistic to expect a tough guy who was either rushing to retreat or confronting the German army all day to brush his teeth in the morning and evening. He also didn't have the time. The only way to "freshen his breath" was probably to rinse his mouth when drinking water and smoke all day.

The smell of cigarettes in his mouth was because Malashenko didn't think that he hadn't brushed his teeth for a week. Based on the principle of saving people, he took the standard posture he had learned and practiced in school and pushed the girl's face, trying to save the half-dead person from the hands of death with his last effort.

The best artificial respiration lasted about three minutes.

Malashenko, who had been holding back his anger until his face turned red, was hesitating whether to give up when he saw that the girl lying on the table had not responded. The expressionless girl suddenly woke up with a gasp.

"Huh?"

Malashenko, who was facing the girl in a very awkward manner, realized that the rescued person had woken up. He glanced at her with a slanted eye and a look of surprise. Before he could speak, an unexpected scene caught Malashenko off guard.

The girl, who was only temporarily buried and suffocated, had no obvious external injuries and had a decent amount of physical strength left. She didn't know the person in front of her at all and had substantial "physical contact".

The panicked girl used both hands to push Malashenko away and threw him to the ground. Malashenko, who was caught off guard, fell on her buttocks and sat on the ground, and even the tank cap on her head was thrown far away.

"Fuck, this woman is really strong!"

She was extremely flustered because she thought that this stranger had some improper thoughts about her.

When the girl who was lying on the table sat up, she cast a slightly horrified look at Malashenko and found that the person in front of her was actually a Red Army tank soldier.

The fireproof suit that Malashenko habitually wrapped tightly on his body did not have any military rank markings, and the tank cap that flew off also could not identify the rank. If Malashenko was not introduced in person, strangers would think that he was just an ordinary tank soldier.

"Who are you? What happened? Why am I here?"

Although she identified Malashenko as a "comrade" in the same camp as herself, the girl who clearly remembered the scene when she just opened her eyes and woke up obviously had not relaxed her vigilance against the "hooligan" in front of her, and the words she asked Malashenko three times in a row were obviously very cold.

Not only did he not hear a thank you for saving someone, but he was also regarded as a hooligan. Malashenko, who was clearly aware of his current embarrassing situation, felt very wronged.

Malashenko stood up from the ground with one hand, walked to the side, picked up his tank cap, stretched out his hand to pat the dust on it, and then glanced at the girl and said casually.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, a unit directly under the Stalingrad Front Command. You were trapped in the ruins of that building, and I and others rescued you. You were suffocating, so I gave you artificial respiration. Of course, this was just to save you. I have my own fiancée. If you don't want to see me, I will leave now. Don't bother the female comrade to push me again."

Not wanting to be embarrassed, Malashenko put the tank cap that he had barely dusted off back on his head, patted the dirt off his body and immediately made a move to leave.

He was overwhelmed by the sudden answer and everything that happened.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she jumped off the table quickly when she saw Malashenko was leaving. When she was rescued from the ruins, her nurse cap, which was already loose, accidentally fell to the ground.

"Comrade, please don't do this. I misunderstood just now."

"Anything else?"

Malashenko, who was overwhelmed with a lot of important things, was grabbed by the sleeve. He complained impatiently and turned around, but the scene he saw next made Malashenko speechless and stunned.

The girl he rescued had short hair, at least until the last second, Malashenko had always believed so.

But when Malashenko saw with his own eyes the scene of the blonde hair fluttering in the wind as she ran quickly, he was a little dumbfounded as he had not had time to take a closer look at the person he rescued.