Chapter 828 Old Rogue

Many people know Malashenko's name, and it is not uncommon for Malashenko to be called suddenly by someone.

But being called suddenly by a child is the first time for Malashenko.

Malashenko swallowed the words that were on his lips, and then looked towards the place where the sound came from. He saw a little boy about ten years old waving his hands at him under the obstruction of a Red Army soldier.

"What's going on? Do you know that child?"

Lavrinenko, who also came over after hearing the sound, stood beside Malashenko and asked, but Malashenko, who looked confused, was obviously not like what Lavrinenko said.

"No, I have never seen him."

"Then why did the child call you like he was looking for his father? Did you leave something for your first love? After so many years, even you have forgotten it."

""

This damn old rogue!

Seeing that Malashenko was about to get angry, Lavrinenko, who was smiling, took the opportunity to escape and hide to the side, and continued to speak in a begging tone.

"Just a joke, don't get angry! I know you love Natalia the most, and I don't know anything about Anya."

"???"

"No, no, no, hey, put down the stone in your hand, I'll take charge here, you go over there and see what's going on."

Malashenko felt that Lavrinenko had a bad omen recently: he was getting more and more talkative.

But as the saying goes, people get redder when they are around red, and people get blacker when they are around black. Even Malashenko, who picked up a stone to scare Lavrinenko and pretended to throw it, didn't realize that.

The reason why Lavrinenko became more and more talkative was probably learned from him, a later time traveler.

Malashenko threw the stone in his hand away, knowing that this was not the time to play around. He turned around and trotted towards the child without saying anything.

Seeing that the child's shouting really called Captain Malashenko, who was not far from the dock, over, the helpless Red Army soldier couldn't stop him any more, and then loosened his arms around the child but still blocked the child's way.

"Wait here, kid! The back is a military restricted area, you have to wait for Captain Malashenko to come in person! What a lucky kid."

Before the Red Army soldier in charge of standing guard finished speaking, Malashenko, who was trotting all the way, had already arrived in front of him with hurried footsteps.

"I heard someone calling my name here, can you explain the situation to me, comrade?"

"Well, it's like this, Captain Malashenko, this kid..."

As soon as Malashenko finished speaking, the explanation of the soldier on duty had not yet come out of his mouth, but the seemingly honest child took the lead and spoke first.

"They are all bad guys, Captain Malashenko. They won't treat my mother! They want my mother to die in the cave!"

"Captain Malashenko, don't listen to what the child says. This is not the truth."

Malashenko, who had already guessed the general situation, raised his hand to signal the soldier who was about to explain to wait and shut up. He then leaned down to half-squat to make his eyes level with the child, and then spoke in a relatively calm tone.

"Don't be anxious, talk slowly, child. What's your name? Tell me what happened to your mother? Why do you say that the Red Army uncles are bad people? Look at this red star, I am also a glorious Red Army soldier."

Malashenko, who had taken off his combat uniform and changed into the uniform of a lieutenant colonel of a tank soldier, took off his wide-brimmed hat on his head and handed it to the child like a toy. He pointed to the badge on the hat and gave a very warm smile to the child patiently.

"Yegor, my name is Yegor, Captain Malashenko, and I am 10 years old this year."

Oh, this name.

The child's voice was innocent and pure, but it sounded different to Malashenko.

The name Yegor was somewhat famous in later Russia, representing a Soviet economist, politician, and Russian Prime Minister, and could also be equated with the infamous "shock therapy".

Although he was not very fond of the name, the child was just a child after all. There were many people with the same name in the Soviet Union. Malashenko did not need to worry about it. At most, he was just a little surprised.

Malashenko was listening quietly, and the child continued to speak.

"My mother hasn't eaten anything for three days, and she looks very uncomfortable. I begged these Red Army uncles to go see my mother and treat her, but no one paid attention to me, no one cared about me, and no one could see me."

"My mother is really uncomfortable, she can't see me anymore, Captain Malashenko. Everyone says you are a real hero. I've been waiting for you here all night. Please save my mother."

Malashenko could be sure from the child's eyes that the little boy was definitely not lying. The anxiety and hesitation for his mother were not something that a child of this age could fake. But if that was the case, what exactly caused this result was something that must be found out first.

"Okay, Yegor, I heard everything you said! Now stay here like a man and wait for a while. I'll be back soon, okay?"

Yegor, who seemed to understand, nodded his head in unconditional trust to Malashenko. Malashenko, who had stabilized the child, stood up and patted the shoulder of the soldier who had just stopped the child, motioning the soldier to come over and talk to the child out of earshot.

"Come, try this, comrade, American cigarettes, they taste great."

Malashenko finally showed mercy. Dr. Karachev had a suitcase of American cigarettes, and Malashenko only took two cans away. The remaining six cans might wait until later.

Now, the best American cigarettes have become a tool for Malashenko to talk. Although Malashenko can get what he wants to know with an imperative tone, if possible, Malashenko still hopes that the entire questioning process can be easier.

After all, it is not easy for every soldier who has defended this great city and fought all the way to the present, so there is no need to question them with a harsh tone.

Click——

Malashenko, who not only handed over the cigarette but also took the initiative to light the soldier, took the initiative and asked casually as if chatting.

"What happened to the child's mother? What happened here? Can you tell me in detail, comrade?"