Steel Soviet Union

Standing beside them, they looked at each other quietly in the bleak breeze. They both recognized each other and did not speak too much. They walked slowly and silently without saying a word. The one-armed colonel from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who came looked at Malashenko, as if he had knocked over various spice boxes and mixed them together indistinguishably, with mixed emotions.

"I always thought that the photo on the front page of Pravda was because I recognized the wrong person, but now it seems that I am a little bit old-sighted."

Malashenko, who was in an indescribable mood just like Colonel Petrov at the moment, was excited and was about to speak out a reply. However, Major Kamalov, who was still pressed against his forehead by the black muzzle of the gun, was the first to speak out as the villain complained first. Voice.

"Great! You are finally here! Colonel Petrov! This bastard dared to attack our people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He must be punished as he deserves! Please quickly order someone to arrest him!"

After hearing the sound, Colonel Petrov immediately glanced at Kamalov from the corner of his eye, who was being held by Malashenko with a gun to his head. His ruthless and cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person, instantly made Kamalov... Major Love shivered all over, and the words he blurted out immediately afterward made Kamalov completely despair as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Do you think that I haven't done anything to you these days because I really don't dare to touch you? I have already investigated everything you have done in the past two years at the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow and compiled the materials. this morning."

"Drinking and causing trouble, assassinating innocent people, retaliating, framing, embezzling public funds, and defiling young girls. The things you have done are enough to make you die a hundred times. Kamalov, if you hadn't "attempted to abscond" while driving out in the morning, I would have I will also arrest you today! You are just a filthy blood-sucking insect attached to the great Soviet mother, the scum of the Red Army, and the enemy of the people! Think carefully about how to confess your sins to Comrade Lenin, and I will take care of you soon. Send it to him."

The brand new arrest warrant written in black and white was thrown backhand directly into Kamalov's face like a wooden sign of death. After hearing the words from Colonel Petrov's mouth that were almost like final judgment, Kamalov immediately kicked his legs. He instantly collapsed to the ground, with the black hole in Malashenko's hand still pointed directly at his limp body, followed by a pungent stench.

"Damn it! This bastard was so scared that he peed his pants! Fortunately, this guy fell into the hands of one of our own people. If he was caught by those Germans, he would definitely be publicized as a model. I really don't know that this is the case. How did the bastard become a major?"

The person next to Colonel Petrov who responded with bad words was none other than Major Malokov, who had gone to give Malashenko a new uniform when he was discharged from the hospital earlier. His position is directly aide-de-camp to Colonel Petrov, the head of the Special Operations Department.

Colonel Petrov, who turned his dead cold eyes into trashy eyes, quickly waved his hand in disgust. Major Malokov next to him, who also had an expression of extreme disgust, understood and immediately turned around to face A group of gun-wielding guards behind him winked. This group of carefully selected soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs with unwavering faith immediately swarmed forward and held Kamarov, whose entire crotch was already wet and yellow, as if he was holding him to death. He was lifted up from the ground like a dog.

"Wait, stop."

Seeing that Kamalov, who had fallen into deep despair like a dead dog, was dragged away from him. Colonel Petrov, who had been looking at something on Kamalov for a long time, turned to speak and stretched himself out with an order. The only remaining left arm.

"You don't deserve this anymore, traitor! To keep it in your possession is a stain on the entire Soviet Union!"

With his left hand, Lieutenant General Kamalov had been wearing the Red Banner Medal on his chest to show off. Colonel Petrov, who no longer wanted to see this trash and rubbish for even one more time, immediately seemed to be rushing. Like a fly, he waved his left arm again in disgust.

"Take it back, submit the prepared materials and start the trial process immediately! To continue to retain such a guy is a great irony to our entire Soviet Union."

Seeing that the lower half of his body was as limp as noodles, Kamalov was dragged further and further away by a group of thick and powerful Internal Affairs Ministry soldiers. Malashenko, who turned his attention and eyes back to the person in front of him, was finally able to pull him away. The words that were already on his lips came out.

"I really don't know what to say at this time, Comrade Political Commissar, I, I, I am as excited as a child who just got a birthday present."

Although Malashenko's true words were warm enough, Colonel Petrov, who did not pay attention to Malashenko at all, focused his attention on the man who was hiding in Malashenko. Behind the scenes, there is a timid young girl.

Even Colonel Petrov, who is already in his late teens and has long passed the age of love between children, has to admit that the daughter of the former Tsarist Russian nobleman is as charming and moving as described in the report.

The sapphire-like eyes embedded in that white and flawless face like blooming snowdrops, even if they show some fear, are still so loving that people can't help but feel love. That guy Kamarov can't sleep all night and toss and turn. It seems not unreasonable.

"Why don't you introduce your lover to me at this time? Little Malashenko, or maybe you are so stingy that you are not even willing to introduce such a beautiful wife to me."

Looking at the kind face of Colonel Petrov with a warm smile in front of him, Malashenko realized that his words and deeds were a little too abrupt and quickly turned away with an embarrassed expression.

Even in that strange memory that did not originally belong to me, I have recalled this unforgettable and beautiful face countless times, but now it is the first time that my eyes are looking at each other at such a close distance. Natalya was so close, but Malashenko could not help but feel briefly lost in thought.

"I already understand you somewhat. If Malashenko were me, I wouldn't be able to rest assured if I had such a lover waiting for me to come back in my hometown."

Giving an encouraging and trusting look to Natalya, who was still looking a little scared, Malashenko, who quietly turned around again, no longer had even a trace of worry in his heart.