Steel Soviet Union

"As you can see, Comrade Comrade Commissar, her name is Natalia, she is my, er, my fiancée."

Looking at Malashenko's embarrassed and silly face as he kept scratching his head, Colonel Petrov, who had not married or had a family and had no children, once again felt the long-lost warmth in his heart, and all the unhappiness in his heart was like a passing cloud. Colonel Petrov disappeared, and then once again stretched out his only remaining arm and gently patted Malashenko on the shoulder.

"It is the greatest luck to come back alive, Malashenko. If nothing happens, can you come back to Moscow with me? I still have a few bottles of good vodka stored there. It would be great if someone could come and share them with me. But that’s it.”

Malashenko, who naturally understood the meaning of Colonel Petrov's words, immediately looked at each other and smiled after hearing this. There is no place in the world that can shorten the spiritual distance between men than the wine table.

"Of course, that's no problem, Comrade Political Commissar."

While answering softly, he turned around with some uneasiness and looked at Natalia, who had been hugging his right arm tightly behind him. Malashenko, who felt the tight grip coming from his right arm, knew that he was gone. When he had to say something again, he smiled faintly, and the words he turned around for a moment blurted out towards Colonel Petrov in front of him.

"You have seen it, comrade political commissar, please allow me to bring Natalia with me, she is really a bit weak right now."

Although he has not yet married, it does not mean that Colonel Petrov, who has worked his way up from a low-level political commissar to his current position step by step, does not understand the love between children. He has already understood everything from Natalia's posture and expression. Political Commissar Petrov immediately smiled cheerfully.

"Would it be a little too unkind for me to refuse you under such circumstances? It's no big deal, Malashenko, take Natalya with you. When you are too drunk to walk, It’s good to have someone to take care of you.”

Malashenko, who gently held Natalia's arm beside him, followed Colonel Petrov's figure and walked slowly to his Gas Jeep.

Malashenko, who habitually put his hand on the passenger door, was about to exert force outwards, but when he suddenly reacted and realized the person next to him, Malashenko couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Sorry, I've been on the front line for too long. I'm used to being alone. You won't blame me, right?"

After hearing Malashenko's words, Natalia still held her lover's arm tightly without any reply, but the obvious increase in strength from the arm had already indicated to Malashenko. The ultimate answer to the absolute unwillingness to separate.

Following two Gas jeeps led by Colonel Petrov, one behind the other, Malashenko was at the end of the convoy. Malashenko, who was leaning on the back of the jeep, was unable to lift his right arm from the warm embrace. Natalya was pulled out, and once she let go, Natalya seemed to be afraid of losing her again. Without saying a word, Natalya quietly leaned on Malashenko's shoulder, feeling the long-lost and reassuring temperature. .

There will always be some people or things in this world that you can't help but want to protect, and they don't need any extra reasons.

The person who felt the body swaying from time to time due to the poor shock absorption system looked at the profile of the face close to his shoulder. Malashenko, who originally only wanted to keep his promise, has now invisibly found the answer to guarding.

"Let it all start from here."

Colonel Petrov, who led Malashenko's jeep to No. 11 Lubyanka Square, was the first to open the door and get out of the car after the leading car stopped. It was not yet the normal off-duty time. Colonel Petrov, who is dedicated to his duties, clearly still has a lot to do.

"Come with me, Malashenko. I'll take you to the reception room. You and Natalia will wait there for me to finish the matter. Before that, I have to deal with the materials of this bastard Kamalov. Not getting rid of guys like this would be a stain on my personal honor."

So far, Malashenko, who has no idea what position Colonel Petrov holds in the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow, and who has no desire to come to No. 11 Lubyanka Square, which just sounds like a scary place, has no idea. There was no other choice. After thinking about it, it would be a good thing to take this opportunity to visit the famous "Lubyanka Hotel".

Walking on the sparsely populated Lubyanka Square, I looked at the tall square building standing at the end of my field of vision. This building was enough to make all the scoundrels and filthy people in the entire Soviet Union extremely frightened. It is somewhat different from Malashenko's imagination.

The goose-yellow exterior wall of the building does not show any trace of dilapidation due to the erosion of wind and sun. In this era when high-rise buildings are not as numerous as in later generations, it looks like a brand-new Ministry of Internal Affairs that has just been completed. The headquarters building, at least in the eyes of Malashenko, who is used to seeing low-rise bungalows, is already a majestic building.

Following Colonel Petrov's lead, he walked into the first floor of the building. One after another, officers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs wearing blue big-brimmed hats were rushing back and forth to be busy with their work, just like Grandma Liu entering. Malashenko, who had never seen anything like this in the Grand View Garden, even stopped walking while looking around, forgetting to follow the footsteps of Colonel Petrov in front of him.

Before he could turn around and see Malashenko looking around curiously, Colonel Petrov spoke up. A captain, who had been waiting for a long time with a folder in his hand, interrupted Colonel Petrov without saying anything. He stepped forward as he spoke the words.

"Comrade Colonel, the materials about Kamalov have been approved in the preliminary review. Comrade Beria has instructed me to tell you that you must carefully check the details of the combined case. If there is nothing that needs to be changed, you can sign here. word, and then this material will be submitted for final review of Kamalov.”

After taking the folder handed over by the captain with one hand, he read through the ten lines at a glance. After this line, Colonel Petrov felt that it was necessary to add another indictment to Kamarov's material, and then nodded slowly. Speak softly.

"Let's talk in my office. It's not very convenient here. Oh, by the way, Malokov, take Comrade Malashenko to the living room to settle down. Don't worry about him, Malashenko. Comrade Malokov, like you and me, is a staunch believer who is absolutely loyal to the Soviet Union. Dirty guys like Kamalov are just extremely rare cases, so don’t worry.”