Chapter 482 Let’s have a meal

In later generations, the reunion of lovers after a long absence was often expressed in the physical body, but this was not the case for the meeting between Malashenko and Natalya.

One side is a passive time-traveler who feels a little guilty and more confused, while the other side is unaware of all this and is the last and only young girl left in the world.

When we live in the distant future world, we always long for the most pure and flawless love without any hypocrisy. Longing for the calmest haven is the most primitive pursuit in the heart of every normal man.

But when such a dream love was placed in front of Malashenko's reach, the intricate intertwined relationships made Malashenko feel mixed feelings in his heart and could not make up his mind to accept it all for a while. .

Time flies by as the tall figure is leaning on the bed with a delicate figure.

When Malashenko, who occasionally spoke to Natalya with a few useless words, realized the rapid passage of time, the setting sun approaching the horizon outside the window had stretched the backs of the two together on the floor for a very long time.

Natalia, who heard her lover's stomach growling, finally realized that her little emotion had wasted time. She stood up in a slight panic and was about to prepare dinner before she could take a step forward. The broad and powerful palm grabbed the slender wrist that was dwarfed in comparison.

"Let me do it. Just wait here."

"But"

Before he could pour out the words, Malashenko, who had already stood up from the bed, had taken off his woolen coat to keep out the cold and hung it on a hanger. Natalia was stunned and looked fascinated.

Putting the large-brimmed military hat on the top of the hanger, disarming his armed belt and hanging his gun properly, Malashenko carefully removed the two Red Flag medals on his chest and put them away carefully. All preparations are done.

"There is another group of lovely people in the far East who are working hard to realize the great ideal of communism. They are very proficient in food. Do you want to taste the delicious food from far away?"

Malashenko, who didn't wait for Natalya to answer, was just about to walk into the kitchen at the end of the room with a smile on his face, when a rapid knock on the door interrupted all the good atmosphere like a devil entering the village.

"Fuck! That bitch is so blind!?"

Startled by the sudden knock on the door, Malashenko, who was feeling a little angry, immediately turned around and walked towards the door, wanting to see with his own eyes who this blind guy was.

But when Malashenko opened the door with a little anger in his palm, the familiar face that appeared in front of him instantly stunned Malashenko.

"Haha! Comrade Malashenko, we haven't seen each other for a long time! I heard that you came back to Moscow as soon as you got off work and rushed here non-stop!"

"Look at this, my treasured vodka! And this, good fresh raw beef. This is a scarce resource that I got from looking for talents. Don't tell others! It's delicious when heated. Today we can Have a good drink!”

Looking at the excited man in front of him with a big blue-brimmed hat on his forehead and grinning from the corner of his mouth to his ears, Malashenko blinked his eyes for a long time before he realized that the person in front of him was the person from earlier. Political Commissar Petrov's direct subordinate when he was serving in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Major Malokov of the Ministry of Internal Affairs chatted with him happily in the living room of the Lubyanka Hotel.

Although Petrov's political commissar volunteered to be transferred to Malashenko's newly formed 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment as a regiment-level political commissar, Major Malokov, who still remained at the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Moscow, did not. Any transfer.

Major Malokov, who had a very speculative chat with Malashenko last time, is certainly a shrewd and calculating man. Otherwise, he would not have climbed to the position of major at such a young age by relying on his own ability.

But in the final analysis, Major Malokov, who has firm faith, still has a heartfelt admiration for the Red Army tank hero in the propaganda.

Major Malokov, who has been thinking about when he can see Malashenko again, from time to time asks his subordinates to pay attention to any breaking news about Malashenko's return to Moscow.

Even though the news of Malashenko's return to Moscow for vacation has not been announced to the public, for the Lubyanka Hotel, which is so powerful that it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, the fact that Malashenko has returned to Moscow for vacation is not a secret that is too difficult to find out.

Malashenko, who knew that the Ministry of Internal Affairs had great powers, did not ask Major Malokov how he knew that he had returned to Moscow for vacation. Such a useless question would not make much sense even if he asked it. It was better not to ask.

After taking the wine and raw meat from Major Malokov's hand, he took the initiative to step aside and make an invitation gesture. He still had a very good first impression of this Major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who even the political commissar Petrov praised highly. Malashenko, whose resentment had almost dissipated long ago, was already smiling.

"Come in and sit down, Comrade Malokov. I'm just going to prepare supper, which will be ready soon. Just a moment."

"Prepare dinner? Are you going there yourself?!"

At first glance, he didn't realize anything was wrong, but when Major Malokov, who had already sat beside the bed, thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized something strange.

The majestic Red Army tank hero and the lieutenant colonel commander of the first batch of Guards tank troops actually cooked and prepared dinner himself. This was really shocking in the Soviet Union where it was almost impossible for the man of the house to cook.

Realizing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Natalia, with a blushing cheek, poured a glass of water for Major Malokov who was in a daze beside the bed. Major Malokov, who felt that his brain was short-circuited, did not react from the beginning to the end. What the hell.

More than an hour later, Major Malokov was devouring the food on his plate at the dining table in the early darkness, his eyes shining with hunger.

He had never eaten such a small-looking thing, but the taste was so appetizing that he could devour it. Major Malokov swore that he had never tasted such delicious food since he was born.

"Is it tasty?"

Malashenko, who was holding his chin with his hand and a black line on his face, whispered to Major Malokov, who was eating hard in front of him and had only to use his hands to dig.

"Yeah! Uh-huh, uh-huh! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Major Malokov, whose mouth was full of food, could not even speak decent words, so he had to give a brief and vague answer to Malashenko with a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, uncle! You ate both my share and my wife's share! Damn it!"

Malashenko, who was filled with grief and indignation, howled secretly and almost cried without tears.