Chapter 2733 ampampampquotMaybe, I will stay

Chapter 2733 \u0026amp;“Maybe, I will stay”

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

If possible, Malashenko would also like to sit down and chat with Karachev about the current situation in recent days. It has been a while since he learned about the recent situation in the field hospital.

This is not about the situation of the wounded, but about the operation and working conditions of the field hospital.

The answers to these questions cannot be found by inspecting the wounded. Face-to-face communication with Karachev, the specific person in charge of the field hospital, is the best way.

It's a pity that Malashenko still has a lot of trouble behind his back. It is not easy to sit down here and have a few words with Karachev. If there is no need, at least we have to wait until Comrade Ma is free in the future.

"It's about that man, that American named David."

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Malashenko originally thought that Karachev was here for official business, but looking at his expression and the words he just said, he probably had something private to say, at least a part of it.

"Well, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot. You two are Americans, so you are still from the same country."

Because Malashenko endorsed Kalachev with his own identity and credibility, even though Kalachev is still an American and not even a member of the Communist Party, he can still be the director of the field hospital. The position remains unchanged.

Of course, this does not mean to deny Karachev’s personal abilities and achievements.

It is obviously not enough to secure this position just relying on Malashenko's trust and endorsement. If he cannot gain the recognition of his comrades, cannot integrate into the large group of leaders, and play his due role in the position he is responsible for, Responsibilities and obligations, let alone anything else, can only be empty talk.

There is no coincidence in success. It takes too much effort to trigger miracles. Karachev himself also played an extremely important role in this process. This is indeed undeniable.

Maybe Malashenko mentioned it casually, but after hearing what the division commander said, Karachev was obviously touched by it.

When he came to the desk that belonged to him but was now occupied by Malashenko, Karachev pulled out his chair and slowly sat down. He did not speak directly, but lit a light for himself first. A cigarette.

"American?"

"Ah? Ah, it's American. Jessica just sent it to me. I just opened it in the morning."

Karachev, who looked preoccupied, seemed absent-minded and abnormal. He even forgot the basic operation of "passing cigarettes" to the leader before meeting. He had to be reminded by the division commander that this was something he knew Malashenko on weekdays. That Karachev is a bit different.

Click——

call--

He took the American foreign product handed to him by Karachev and lit it in his mouth. Malashenko, who had not smoked foreign cigarettes for a long time and just changed his taste, had clouds of smoke in his mouth, steaming and swirling until the aftertaste of the first puff of cigarette gradually faded away. Then he spoke slowly.

"It's not easy. You've been away from the United States for so long. It's been several years. That girl named Jessica is still so devoted to you and gives you whatever you ask for. You're so good at picking up girls. It’s a textbook. I think if it’s well-written, it will definitely sell well in the United States and make a lot of money. Doctors can still make a damn amount of money out of it.”

Malashenko's tone was half-joking, while Karachev's next words were made of helpless laughter.

"It's not certain whether I can go back or not. I might stay in the Soviet Union in the future. I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible to write that kind of book here."

"Um?"

Malashenko, whose ears were perked up, keenly grasped the key points of Karachev's words, and immediately blurted out the question with interest.

"Have you thought about it? You really won't go back to the United States in the future? What about your infatuated little girlfriend? Will you become a scumbag?"

"How should I put this? I haven't decided yet. If I really want to stay, I have to do a lot of things. I also need to ask my parents for their opinions and see if they want to come back and live with me. As for Jesse "Kama"

Karachev shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand in a standard American humor, and slowly spoke out words of helplessness and concern.

"Although I did have a purpose in approaching her at the beginning, being with her will be of great help to my future career development."

"But after such a long time test, we also trust each other. The relationship between us has gone through the test of time and distance. It would be too heartless to give up so easily. I don't think my parents would approve of me hurting like this." A girl’s.”

"When the time comes, I will respect her wishes. If I really want to stay, I will ask her if she is willing to come to the Soviet Union to live with me. If, if it is not possible, there is nothing I can do. I sincerely hope She can find a man who treats her better than me, a lifelong partner."

"Um"

Malashenko, who sounded quite aloof, nodded quietly, obviously approving of Karachev's responsible attitude.

"But you still have to pass the test of your father-in-law. I mean, if the girl is really willing to come to our place to live with you."

"My father is a big boss of a pharmaceutical company, and my daughter is, to put it bluntly, the daughter of a wealthy family. Being with a Russian guy like you is going to be an advantage for you. If you want to kidnap my daughter to the Soviet Union, it's best not to elope." Whatever happens, you listen to me."

"My girl has done so much for you in the past few years, and it's a bit too much to fall out with your family just to run away with your boy. When the time comes, be patient and resolve this matter properly. If you need my help, just tell me. , help until you say yes.”

This topic unknowingly went off topic.

After receiving Malashenko's promise to help, Kalachev first expressed his gratitude. Regardless of whether he would need it or not, he would just show his gratitude to his comrade. If anyone comes to ask Malashenko for help these days, they can line up for miles. No one doesn't want to have a good relationship with the most popular young major general in the Soviet Union.

As for getting Malashenko to take the initiative and promise to help,

Sorry, for 99% of people, it’s like waking up from a dream with a smile.

Smiling while thinking about what to say next, Karachev suddenly thought of why he was here and his smile froze. Then he hurriedly put away his smiling expression and hurriedly spoke to Malashenko again.

"Comrade Commander, this is it."

"There was an accident during the operation. I didn't expect that David would wake up in that situation. When he was dying, he told me his last words and entrusted me with some things. I think this situation should be reported Let us know.”