Chapter 986 My Wife Is Missing

After driving into the city for a while, Malokov suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have time to ask Malashenko where he wanted to go. He was so busy chatting with Malashenko that he almost forgot about the business.

"Oh, right! Comrade Malashenko, do you want to go home directly next? Is that right?"

Malokoff didn't know whether his guess was accurate or not, so he could only ask Malashenko tentatively, and the answer he got was Malashenko's quiet nod.

"Well, it seems that my worry is unnecessary. I thought I guessed wrong and thought you might want to go somewhere else as your first stop."

Malokoff was half-joking, holding the steering wheel with one hand and waving his other hand slightly, but Malashenko's eyes noticed Malokov's rank insignia.

"Comrade Malokov, you have been promoted? Now a lieutenant colonel?"

Malokov, who was about to say the next sentence, was suddenly interrupted by Malashenko, and then he noticed that Malashenko's eyes had been fixed on his rank.

"Oh, that's what you're talking about. Yes, because of my good performance and Comrade Petrov's recommendation, I took over his job soon after he left the Ministry of Internal Affairs to take up his post at the front, and my rank was also promoted to Lieutenant Colonel."

"The Special Operations Group was disbanded. Not long after the Battle of Moscow, Comrade Stalin made a judgment that the traitors and hidden spies working for the Germans in Moscow had been almost eliminated, and there was no need for the Special Operations Group to arrest traitors and carry out secret missions.

"So I, the team leader, changed departments and became an idle position sitting in the office all day after just a few days in office. To be honest, I think I am at least ten pounds fatter now than the last time we met. Sitting there all day with endless documents to correct and endless reports to read, oh, and endless meetings to preside over, it's almost driving me crazy!"

"Sometimes I really envy you, Comrade Malashenko, at least you don't have to sit in an office that makes people sleepy like me, defending the country and killing the enemy is what passionate men should do. "

It can be seen that Malokov's words are indeed sincere, but this is not the case for Malashenko.

On the contrary, Malashenko even envies the old man Malokov.

He is the lieutenant colonel in charge of the most mysterious and unfathomable department in the entire Soviet Union. He sits in the office every day to drink tea, review documents, and hold meetings. The day ends half-heartedly.

If I can do such a job, how great it would be!

I go to work on time in the morning, get off work on time in the afternoon, and go home to have sex with my beautiful wife at night.

Alas, how can people be so ungrateful when they have a blessing?

Malashenko shook his head and thought helplessly.

"The front line is not as good as you think, Comrade Malokov. Those Germans behaved even crazier last year than in 1941. We encountered the most elite field army of the Germans in Stalingrad. This was a fanatic unit that was personally praised and commended by the Nazi bandit leader. It was really difficult to deal with, and we suffered very heavy casualties. "

The GAZ jeeps parked in a convoy at the intersection will take a while to move forward.

The passers-by outside the window saw the small red flag on the front hood of the car, and cast respectful and grateful eyes at the two men in the window. There were even children holding their mothers' hands standing on the roadside and saluting the car.

Malashenko, who was originally chatting with Malokov, also became interested when he saw this scene. He then reached out and rolled down the window on his side of the car to see more clearly. He sat in his co-pilot seat and raised his hand to the little girl who saluted him, and gave a solemn return salute with a smile on his face.

"Mom, it's the uncle in the newspaper. He looks exactly like him! "

Malachenko, who was sitting in the car, was bored and had already taken off his wide-brimmed military cap and put it in his arms.

It was this small detail of taking it off lightly that made the surprised little girl recognize the appearance of Malachenko in the photo taken when he was interviewed by Pravda before, and matched her memory.

The child's mother said something after holding the little girl, but Malachenko, who was getting farther and farther away as the car continued to move forward, could not hear it clearly. Instead, it was Malokov who responded with a smile.

"In Moscow, if you ask a few passers-by on the street, at least seven out of ten people know the name of Malachenko and can tell two stories related to it. "

"You are now a hero in people's hearts, Comrade Malachenko. People in the streets and alleys are saying that wherever the tank hero Comrade Malachenko fights, there will inevitably be victory, just like General Zhukov will always lead the Red Army to victory. "

"Is that really the case? "

Malachenko looked surprised and was a little bit unbelievable. He was rumored to be so awesome in Moscow?

"Of course, if you don't believe me, I will get off the car and ask a few passers-by. You just sit in the car and watch quietly to see if what I said is true. "

After hearing this, he shook his head with a bitter smile. To put it bluntly, fame is a double-edged sword. While being promoted and praised by one's own side, it will also be remembered by the enemy with gnashing teeth. Malachenko, who knew clearly that he was now on the "blacklist" by the Germans, always felt that this was not a good thing to be happy about.

After all, it’s better to be afraid of thieves than to be afraid of thieves thinking about it, right?

Although the story is not the same, the principle is still the same. Malashenko didn’t know how much those Germans hated him.

“Okay, comrade Malashenko, let’s do this for now. If you are free, I will come to see you tomorrow. Then we can drink and talk. I have prepared vodka! Now you should go home to accompany your fiancée.”

If it weren’t for Malokov’s reminder, his thoughts would fly back to the brutal street fighting with artillery fire, blood and minced meat, and it might take a while to return to reality.

Watching Malokov drive away and disappear from his sight, Malashenko, who was carrying a luggage bag in his hand, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes for a while, and then turned around and rushed into the corridor of the apartment building and ran all the way up.

Malashenko couldn't wait to see Natalia, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. This girl who had been missing him in his hometown was the one that Malashenko cared about the most and was worried about.

However, when Malashenko quietly opened the door and entered the house, he walked around the house several times, but he didn't find his beautiful wife in any of the rooms. Only the scene of dishwashing water on the plate proved that this house was indeed occupied on a daily basis.

Malashenko casually put the luggage bag in his hand on the chair and lay down on the bed, without even taking off his boots.

Malashenko, who was sitting at the end of the bed with his legs crossed, put his hands behind his head as a pillow, wondering what his beautiful wife was doing and why she didn't see anyone.

I don't know how long it took, Malashenko was thinking, and a thunderous snoring sounded in the room.

Until the hostess of the house came back, she was obviously startled by the snoring behind the door when she reached out to open the door. Maybe she thought a stupid thief had entered the house.

And when the girl in a beautiful military uniform gently pushed the half-closed door open a crack and quietly cast a cautious glance into the room, the slightly dull expression quickly turned into surprise like a desert fountain.