Steel Soviet Union

The GAZ Jeep that was speeding along the country road stopped at the entrance of the village with a sudden brake that was almost like the tail of a raptor. Major Kamalov, who entered the village before Malashenko, immediately opened the door. Kamalov got out of the car and put his blue-brimmed hat back on his head. He put his hands on his hips and looked as arrogant as a big rooster that had just finished crowing.

"Comrade Kamalov, what should we do next?"

With the imperceptible corner of his eye, he glanced at the young lieutenant standing next to him, who was waiting for help. Kamalov, who had an evil smile on his lips, no longer had any worries at the moment.

"The remnants of the White Bandit nobles who are suspected of colluding with German spies are in the village. Do you still need me to teach you what to do?"

After hearing the evil words in Kamalov's mouth, he couldn't help but look at each other and smile. The young second lieutenant, who knew exactly what his immediate boss was here to do, immediately responded quickly and neatly.

"Understood, Comrade Kamalov, I will make arrangements right away."

The sudden sound of the jeep's brakes attracted attention, and some villagers who were working on fetching water near the entrance of the village immediately looked over here with slightly doubtful eyes.

"It looks familiar. Isn't that the officer who came to our village to check people's names a few days ago?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see the color of his hat? It's the color of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Are you afraid of being jailed if you whisper about him here? Hurry up and lift the bucket, as far away as possible , I don’t want to tell your mother that you were arrested by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.”

Ordinary villagers who personally experienced that terrible purge still have lingering fears about those terrible officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This simple fear and fear of getting into trouble are not due to any kind of hatred or reactionary thoughts, but just as one of the most powerful people. It’s just the simple thoughts of the weak at the bottom who want to protect themselves and survive wisely.

Kamalov, who has long been accustomed to the respect or fear of ordinary people, has no time to care about these unimportant things.

Kamalov, whose entire brain has been filled with crazy and greedy desires, has accelerated the pace of his steps. Even his originally even and flat breathing has become slightly out of breath due to reasons other than physical exhaustion. He is about to get it. For Kamalov at this moment, the beautiful fruit is simply an overwhelming temptation.

"Hmph, in a little while, you will be mine!"

The bright sunshine at noon shone on the small courtyard surrounded by wooden fences, filling it with gentle golden light. Natalia, who had long since lost her childhood status as a Tsarist Russian aristocrat, was walking in the small courtyard with a wooden basin filled with water in her hands. In the yard, Natalia, who had been adopted into an ordinary rural family in the Soviet Union not long after she could remember, could hardly find anything about her except her delicate face and a hint of indescribable special temperament. An aura associated with the old Tsarist nobility.

"Oh, my dear Natalia, I really don't know how to thank you. Just imagine what I would do without you. I probably wouldn't even be able to take care of myself in daily life."

He walked towards Natalia in the wooden basin in his hand with old and slow steps and greeted her with continuous thanks. This woman received two sacrifice notices in less than a month after the outbreak of the Patriotic War. My elderly mother has become helpless in tears all day long.

If it weren't for the kind-hearted Natalia who had been caring and accompanying her meticulously, passing away would have been just a matter of time for this elderly mother who had lost all her sons, like a candle in the wind.

"You don't have to say this, Aunt Irina. Your sons are all glorious Red Army soldiers, just like my lover, so doing these things for you is just what I should do."

The old lady, who had heard such words from Natalia’s mouth countless times, still showed that indescribably sincere and touching smile. Just as she was about to say something else, two tall people hurried past the fence in front of the door. But at this moment, the figure suddenly stopped as if it had found its final prey.

"That's right, Comrade Kamalov, that's her. I remember her very clearly. There is absolutely no mistake."

Kamalov, who didn't need to be reminded by his men at all, took a quick look and saw the face that had troubled him for many days. He could no longer move forward, and Natalia's azure face looked towards the fence as she followed the sound. The gem-like double arms, like a soul stripper, once again pulled Kamalov's entire soul out of his body in an instant.

Just this curious and questioning look, which was just like looking at a passerby, was already so lethal. Kamalov, who gulped softly, did not dare to think about what the deeper look would be like. Unable to control his indulgent emotions like a runaway wild horse, Kamalov immediately pushed open the wooden fence door and walked into the courtyard with a vigorous stride.

Looking at the major officer of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in front of her, who was slightly lower than Malashenko, Natalia, who knew that her status and background were of the worst type, couldn't help but feel timid, and spoke softly with a little fear. Then he blurted out with a slight retreat.

"Hello, Comrade Major, what can I do for you?"

damn it! Even the voice is so soft! I wasted half a month. It was the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life, bar none!

Kamalov, whose breathing was gradually becoming messy, could hardly control his emotions. If he continued to stand like this, Kamalov could almost swear that he would go crazy.

"Your name is Natalia, right?"

Kamalov, who was extremely uncalm, simply threw away the routine words that he had already prepared in his mind. The only way to communicate that was most suitable for his state of mind was to get straight to the point.

"um, yes"

Natalia, who had no idea what the major officer in front of her wanted to do, was frightened by the somewhat messy appearance, but the few syllables she spoke softly in response were like a catalyst. Kamalov's already uncontrollable heart was accelerated. With his tongue curled up in his mouth, Kamalov felt that he was about to be incoherent. Kamalov didn't hesitate any more. After calming down his ups and downs for a while, he went straight to the topic. The words came out of his mouth.

"There are some situations that require your cooperation in the investigation. Please come with me."