Red Moscow

"Didn't the policeman who brought you here tell you what happened?"

Victoria looked at Sokov, shook her head, and said blankly: "No, they just told me that there was something that needed my assistance in the investigation, so they brought me here." After saying this, she murmured, "I wonder if the manager will fire me when he sees me being taken away by the police? If I lose this job, how can I support my children?"

"Comrade Director," Sokov felt sympathy for this woman, so he said to the director of the bureau office: "I think she was just deceived and should not be considered an accomplice. Can she be dealt with leniently?"

"Comrade General," the director of the bureau office actually knew in his heart that this woman was innocent, and it would be a bit unfair to let her be punished as well. Since Sokov took the initiative to plead for her, he went with the flow and said, "Since you said so, I will let her go after the interrogation is over."

Sokof nodded, then raised his hand to look at his watch, and whispered to the director of the bureau office, "Comrade Director, I have something else to do, so I have to leave first. The rest of the matter will be left to you."

When Victoria saw Sokov and the director of the bureau office leave, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered. She looked at the police chief sitting opposite her and asked in a panic, "Comrade police officer, how are you going to deal with me?"

The police chief snorted coldly, "You explain your problem first. As for how to deal with you, it depends entirely on your attitude and whether you are willing to cooperate with our work."

"Cooperate, cooperate, I will definitely cooperate with your work." Victoria said in a crying voice, "Whatever you ask, I will answer."

After the director of the bureau office sent Sokov away, he came to sit next to the police chief and whispered, "Comrade General means that after questioning, she will be released."

"What about that person?" The police chief asked in a low voice.

"I will take him back to the bureau and lock him up." The director of the bureau said, "No action will be taken for the time being. I think Comrade General may have some thoughts about this person."

Hearing what the director of the bureau said, the police chief couldn't help but wonder: "What will Comrade General think of him?"

"He said that this person is a talent and should not be buried in prison." The director of the bureau said, "I think he may be assigned a job, so I will lock him up first and don't do anything for the time being."

While questioning Victoria was still going on, Sokov had returned to the family dormitory of the instrument factory and continued to eat his unfinished lunch.

When Bakanidze saw Sokov coming back, he casually asked, "Misha, how is the situation?"

Seeing Bakanidze asking, Sokov naturally would not hide anything from him, so he told him roughly the situation of the interrogation.

After Bakanidze and Sokov finished their story, he said with emotion: "I never thought that a thief and liar could deceive so many people with a stolen military uniform. Fortunately, you discovered his flaw in time today, otherwise I don't know how many people would have suffered unnecessary losses."

Sokov didn't say a word after hearing what Bakanidze said, because this situation also exists in the future. Those liars wear a private uniform and then deceive girls online, saying that they are specially recruited major officers, and in two years, they will be promoted to generals. Such a low-level lie has deceived many women, and even many corporate executives have been fooled by young liars.

After lunch, while Asia and her daughter were cleaning the table, Bakanidze asked Sokov: "Misha, what are your plans next?"

"I plan to go to the General Armament Department in two days to meet Comrade Ustinov and see how he plans to arrange my work."

"In the past two months, our factory has received many veterans, including some officers."

Knowing that the instrument factory had received a lot of veterans, Sokov immediately became interested: "I wonder how your factory arranges work for them?"

Bakanidze shrugged his shoulders and said: "How else can they be arranged? Of course, they will go to the workshop to work as workers, and the same goes for those officers. Although their level is there, it is not appropriate to arrange them directly to leadership positions because they have no actual work experience. Therefore, they need to be trained at the grassroots level for a period of time, and then adjust their positions according to their performance."

Asia just came out of the kitchen and heard what her father said, and couldn't help but interrupt and said: "If Misha went to the General Armament Department, Ustinov would be... Will Comrade Stinov arrange for him to work at the lower level for training? "

Hearing the question raised by his daughter, Bakhanidze thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "If it were someone else, he might go to a subordinate factory to serve as a factory-level leader. But Misha's situation is different. First, his military rank is very high. Even if he is made a factory director, it may be a waste of talent. Secondly, during the war, he developed several weapons and gained a good reputation on the battlefield. For such talents, if I were Ustinov, I would probably not let him go to any grassroots level, but directly arrange him in a department of the weapons design bureau as a deputy. After he has enough qualifications, it is not impossible to let him become the director. "

"Misha," Asia said to Sokov after Bakhanidze finished speaking: "You heard what my father said, I think you should meet Comrade Ustinov as soon as possible to see how he plans to arrange your future work. "

"Yeah, I will meet Ustinov as soon as possible. "

When Sokov drove home, he kept wondering whether he should go to see Yakov first and ask him to accompany him to see Ustinov.

When he arrived at the gate of the compound and was about to ask the guard to open the door, a guard trotted over and saluted Sokov: "Hello, Comrade General!"

Sovov saw that the other party did not open the door immediately, but ran directly to his car. Realizing that the other party might have something to do, he politely asked: "What's the matter?"

The guard handed over a brown paper envelope: "There is a letter for you."

"My letter?" Sokov took the letter from the guard and asked: "Who sent it?"

"It was a captain officer. He said he was from the General Armament Department." The guard replied: "I told him that you drove out in the morning and didn't know when you would be back. Then he handed this letter to me and asked me to pass it on to you."

After thanking the guard, Sokov drove into the compound.

I parked the car downstairs and helped Asiya upstairs. As soon as I reached the door, I heard the phone in the house ringing non-stop.

He hurriedly took out the key, opened the door, rushed into the room, rushed over and grabbed the phone: "I'm Sokov!"

Yakov's voice came from the receiver: "Thank God, you finally answered the phone. Misha, where did you go today?"

"I went to Khimki Town. What happened?"

"It's like this." Yakov said: "Ustinov sent someone to look for you today, but learned that you were not at home, and the guards at the compound didn't know where you went, so he asked me to contact you to see if I can find you."

"When I came back, the guard at the gate of the compound handed me a letter, saying that it was sent by a captain of the General Armament Department." Sokov saw the envelope in his hand and continued: "I think it should be a letter from Comrade Ustinov to me."

"Then can you come to the General Armament Department tomorrow?"

"I think I can."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the door of the General Armament Department building at nine o'clock in the morning."

After hanging up the phone, Sokov opened the envelope and took out the letterhead inside. The content was very simple. It was to inform Sokov to report to the General Armaments Department building at 9 am tomorrow. Ustinov's signature and date were at the back.

Asia asked curiously, "Misha, does Comrade Ustinov really intend to let you work at the General Armaments Department?"

"Yes." Sokov handed the letter in his hand to Asiya and said, "Let me report to the General Armaments Department at 9 am tomorrow. I guess he is going to arrange a specific job for me."

"If you really go to the General Armaments Department, it means that you will not leave Moscow easily in the future."

"That's the theory." When Sokov said this, he remembered Chelyabinsk, which he and Yakov passed on the way back from China. It is said that there is technology beyond this era there, and people who enter there basically live a life isolated from the world. If Ustinov wanted to send him there, it would mean that he would not have the chance to meet Asia in the next few decades. He said casually, "But if there is a business trip, maybe I still have to leave Moscow."

Since he was going to meet Ustinov tomorrow, Sokov naturally couldn't go empty-handed. He turned out the sketch of the PKM machine gun he drew and found that he had drawn it too hastily when he was in Berlin. It was obviously inappropriate to hand the drawing to Ustinov. So he found the drawing tools and new paper and prepared to draw another decent sketch.

Early the next morning, Sokov drove to the General Armament Department.

On the way, a black car passed by. Sokov didn't care. After all, being overtaken on the road was commonplace. Who made his car drive slowly? But after the car overtook, it did not speed up and leave, but slowed down and drove in front of Sokov's car, making it impossible for him to speed up.

Seeing the car in front of him stop, Sokov had to stop his car, opened the door, and planned to go forward to argue with the other party.

Who knew that as soon as he came to the side of the black car, the rear window rolled down, revealing a very familiar face.

Sokov saw the man clearly and stepped back. He stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Comrade Marshal!"

The car door opened and Marshal Rokossovsky walked out of the car. He extended his hand to Sokov and said in a friendly tone: "Misha, long time no see, where are you going?"

"Comrade Marshal," facing his old superior, Sokov seemed a little nervous and answered in a panic: "I'm going to the General Armament Department."

"So you are working in the General Armament Department now?" Rokossovsky asked in a reproachful tone: "Since you are in Moscow, why don't you come to see me. Have you forgotten me, your old superior, now that the war is over?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." Seeing that Rokossovsky had misunderstood, Sokov quickly explained: "In fact, I just returned from Berlin the day before yesterday and I haven't had time to visit you yet." Sokov thought to himself, could Rokossovsky have just come from Serova?

"Oh, that's how it is." Rokossovsky nodded slowly and said, "So you came back with Marshal Zhukov and Comrade Malenkov?"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!" Sokov replied, "I did come back with them."

"What did you do at the General Armament Department? Did you work there?"

"Comrade Ustinov sent someone to see me yesterday, hoping that I would meet him at nine o'clock this morning." Sokov said cautiously: "I think he should be preparing to arrange a specific position for me in the General Armament Department."

"With the end of the war, the troops began to disarm, and you have no future in the army." Rokossovsky said earnestly: "If you can enter the General Armament Department, with your ability, you may be able to do something."

After encouraging Sokov, Rokossovsky raised his hand to check the time, took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote an address on it with a pencil, and handed it to Sokov: "This is my current address. If you have time, you can come to my house as a guest. I am at home every night. It's getting late, you should go to see Comrade Ustinov quickly, and don't keep him waiting for a long time."

Sokof raised his hand to Rokossovsky, saluted, turned around and walked back to his car. He got into the car and waited quietly until the black car that Rokossovsky was riding in left before starting the car and continuing to drive towards the destination.

The car arrived at the door of the General Armament Department. Sokov saw Yakov standing at the door, looking around nervously, and quickly parked the car not far away from him, then opened the door and leaned over to greet him: "Yasha, I'm here."

Yakov ran over quickly, pointed to the open space across the street and said: "Misha, you park the car there, and then follow me to see Comrade Ustinov."

Sokov agreed, got back into the car, and drove towards the open space across the road.

After parking the car, Sokov ran across the street quickly and came to Yakov: "Yasha, let's go."

Yakov looked at the blueprint bag under Sokov's armpit and asked curiously: "Misha, what blueprints do you have?"

"When I was still in Berlin, Comrade Ustinov called me personally and hoped that I could design a new weapon." Sokov thought that Yakov was not only a good friend of his, but also a future colleague, so he told him truthfully: "This is a new machine gun I designed."

"New machine gun?" Yakov raised his eyebrows and asked back: " I wonder which one is better, the MG42 general-purpose machine gun or the German one? "

Sokov smiled and said, "Yasha, equipment is always improving. Today's equipment is more advanced than before, and future equipment is better than today's equipment. It is undeniable that the German MG42 general-purpose machine gun is a very good machine gun, but I believe that the machine gun I designed should not be worse than the MG42 in terms of performance. "

"Misha, I have confidence in you." Yakov put a hand on Sokov's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's go and see Comrade Ustinov."