Chapter 989 Moscow Spy

The time to be able to nestle in Natalya's arms is always short, but only at this time, Malashenko, who is so majestic on the battlefield, will unscrupulously show what he has always hidden. the tired side and enjoy this rare time of peace and tranquility.

As Vatutin said when he approved Malashenko's leave, Malashenko, who has half a month's leave, indeed has more than just personal things to do.

Malokov, who had arranged to meet the next day, brought a letter to Malashenko

According to Malokov, the letter was originally going to be sent to Stalingrad.

However, because Malokov himself knew that Malashenko had returned to Moscow for vacation, he used the omnipotent internal network of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the Soviet Union to send the letter that would have "expired" to the wrong address. Stopped him. If this was the case, Malashenko would have to thank Malokov.

"There is no sender or recipient. How would this letter be delivered to me if it really arrived in Stalingrad?"

Malokov, who gently shook the wine glass in his hand, smiled mysteriously and signaled Malashenko to clink the glass with him first, and then tell Malashenko the answer as a reward.

Malashenko, who was watching this scene, also smiled, then grabbed the wine glass on the table and touched it with Malokov with a light sound.

"Prick your ears carefully and get ready, because next I'm going to tell you some "secrets" that you have no chance of knowing."

Faced with Malokov's "order", Malashenko followed the instructions truthfully, pretending to be very curious and listening carefully, and began to carefully stare at the old man in front of him.

"You should have guessed or noticed some clues. The Germans have noticed you a long time ago. You are now a famous figure on the German list."

"Although I have never been on the battlefield, brother, you must listen to my advice and don't be caught by those Germans at any time on the battlefield! If I were you, I would keep the last grenade for myself , and will never fall into the hands of those Germans."

"It's hard for you to imagine how much these bastards hate you. It's no exaggeration to say that if you were captured alive by them, your skin would be ripped off and hung as a curtain at the entrance of the concentration camp, and your flesh and blood would be picked off. The bones will be cut off with a knife and fed to the dogs, and the bones will be smashed and mixed into concrete to build bunkers, and the Germans will hate you to this extent. "

At this point, Malokov, who was holding a glass of wine in his hand for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, such as whether it was appropriate to tell Malashenko some particularly confidential information.

"Forget it, this is my home anyway, and he is a Hero of the Soviet Union personally nominated by Comrade Stalin. If I can't trust him, I have no one to trust.

He grabbed the wine bottle and filled it up for himself, and at the same time opened a wine compartment.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Malokov was obviously a little drunk, but his consciousness was still sober and he would not talk nonsense. With a reddish face, he continued to look at Malashen with a serious face. Coe spoke.

"Three months ago, there were always irregular radio signals coming out of Moscow."

"We contacted the comrades who manage the radio waves. They said that this radio wave has not been registered with them and does not belong to any registered department or unit. It is a black radio wave. Comrade Beria immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and arranged it himself. Action plan, sitting in command, it took three days to finally catch that bastard running around in Moscow."

"Damn! Who would have thought that a young teacher born and raised in Moscow would be bribed by a German. I really want to know how the Germans contacted him and set up this line."

Malashenko, who was listening intently to the story, asked a question and blurted it out without thinking.

"What do you mean? Didn't you interrogate him? Or is this guy so stubborn that he won't confess anything? Is this impossible? You are the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

In Malashenko's eyes, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was divided into special departments with overwhelming power and omnipotence in the Soviet Union. Especially in the field of interrogation, it was simply the strongest in the Soviet Union.

It is no joke to say that a man will shed his skin after entering the prison of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Malashenko cannot imagine how tough a man can stand and keep his mouth shut after entering this place, especially for a man who was imprisoned. In terms of bribed traitors.

"Yes, you're right, but that's also the problem."

"After we caught this guy, we immediately prepared to start interrogating him, but no one expected that this bastard actually stuffed medicine into his mouth and stuck it under his tongue! We were so busy searching him that we didn't bother to open this guy's mouth. Look inside."

"No one knows when this guy chewed up the medicine. When the doctor came over, he couldn't save him. What is the name of the medicine? Well, what is its name? Ah, potassium cyanide, it should be called this. Listen It’s said to be a particularly powerful poison.”

Yes, it seems that this guy also knows that if he is caught, he will definitely die. Anyone who dares to hold potassium cyanide in his mouth is not a dead soldier.

Malashenko, who shook his head and complained in his heart, grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then he picked up the wine bottle and filled half the glass for himself. Malashenko, who did not speak, knew that Malokov had something to do next. Something to say.

"But fortunately, we found a small book on him, which contained various information written by him. Some people speculate that this bastard may not be a professional spy. He has not received special training and his brain is not easy to use. He forgets things easily, so I just wrote everything down in my notebook like a fool, who knows if it’s true or not.”

He raised his head and blew most of the wine in the glass into the air in one breath. Malokov, whose mouth was full of alcohol, slammed the glass on the table. He did not pour the wine again but looked mysterious. He moved closer to Malashenko.

"Guess what's written in that book?"

Malashenko was stunned.

"how could I know?"

"Well you should have guessed, that would be boring."

Malokov, who sat back on the chair, waved his hands casually to express his disappointment, but the words that had been brought to his lips still did not linger at all.

"That book mainly contains some minor information from military and political agencies. This guy can't get much valuable information based on his status. However, what's interesting is that there are actually seven full pages written in that little book. About your content.”

"Where do you live now, when were you born, what is your fiancée's name, where did you go to elementary school, and when did you join the party? Everything is written clearly! We even checked the file specifically, and it turned out to be correct at all. That’s absolutely right! Do you think this is outrageous?”