After class, Victor and Sukhalev stood up and pushed Sokov's wheelchair out of the classroom as usual, preparing to push him to the parking lot and hand him over to Lieutenant Koshkin to take home.
Somehow today, the three Sokovs arrived at the parking lot, but did not see Koshkin's car.
"Strange, why didn't you see Lieutenant Koshkin?" Sukharev frowned and said, "Did he have something to delay him?"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said magnanimously: "I'm not in a hurry to go back to the hospital anyway. I'll just wait for him here for a while."
Victor looked up at the sky and said, "I think it's better to go back to the teaching building and wait. The day is gray and it looks like it's going to snow soon."
When the two pushed Sokov's wheelchair toward the teaching building, Sukhalev suddenly said: "I don't like winter, especially snowy days."
"Why?" Sokov suddenly became interested when he heard what he said. He tilted his head and asked, "Sukhalev, why do you hate winter and snow?"
"The Baltic Sea will freeze every winter, and our warships will be frozen in the port and unable to leave the port." Sukharev said with a solemn expression: "If it was a peaceful era, it would not matter if the warships were frozen, but now it is During the war, German planes would take advantage of our warships to be unable to move and launch bombings against us."
A picture immediately emerged in Sokov's mind. Countless ships were parked in the frozen port, and dense enemy planes swooped down from high altitudes, dropping bombs on the ships frozen by the ice. The bombs fell on the ice or exploded on the warships, setting off dazzling flames. Although the fleet's sailors used anti-aircraft weapons to continuously shoot at the enemy planes in the air, they could only slightly weaken the intensity of the enemy planes' bombing, and could not Prevent the warship from being hit by a bomb.
"I think," Sokov said after organizing the vocabulary in his mind: "The bombing by enemy planes must have caused a lot of casualties to the sailors of the Baltic Fleet."
"Yes, during a bombing, seven of our ships of different models were sunk." Sukharev had a painful expression on his face: "The sailors on the ship either sank with the ship or fell into it. They froze to death in the cold sea water, and very few sailors were rescued in the end."
Sokov raised his left hand, gently patted Sukharev's hand on the back of the wheelchair, and comforted him and said: "Sukharev, this is war. But don't worry, sooner or later we will fight against him." The Germans will demand repayment of this blood debt."
The three of them had just entered the hall when a teacher hurried over. After seeing the three of them clearly, he asked: "Are you students in the class of Teacher Christonia?"
"Yes, Comrade Teacher." Sokov saw the other person carrying the rank of major on his shoulders, and knew that there must be a reason for him to ask this, so he asked politely: "Do you have any advice?"
"I need to find someone to move a set of teaching aids from the storage room on the fourth floor." The teacher pointed at Victor and Sukhalev: "You two follow me to move the things."
However, Victor and Sukhalev did not immediately reply to the teacher, but turned their attention to Sokov to see what he meant. Sokov knew that if the teacher could find someone to help, he would definitely not arrest strong men like now, so he nodded to the two of them and said: "Since the teacher comrade needs your help, then you go and help him."
"But," Victor said with some worry, "we can't leave you here alone!"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said with a smile: "I can take care of myself, so you can just go ahead."
Since Sokov said so, Victor nodded and followed the teacher to the fourth floor to move the teaching aids with Sukhalev.
After Sokov waited for the three people to leave, he turned the wheels of his wheelchair with his hands, came to the gate, and looked towards the parking lot not far away to see if Koshkin had arrived.
After waiting for a while, Koshkin was not there, but there were two rapid footsteps behind him. Sokov thought that Victor and Sukhalev were back. When he turned around to greet them, he found that they were two unfamiliar officers. One was an elderly lieutenant colonel, and the other was Lieutenant.
When Sokov saw that it was not Victor and Sukhalev, he turned his head and continued to look outside, waiting patiently for Koshkin's arrival.
At this moment, he heard a slightly older voice say: "You are so shameless, Lieutenant Morozka, how can you casually pick up a girl in a military store? Aren't you afraid? Are you causing yourself unnecessary trouble?"
"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I was wrong." A young voice sounded: "I just saw that the girl was very beautiful, so I went up to talk to her, but who knew that she came with a driver..."
"Military store, girl, driver." When Sokov heard the young lieutenant say these three words, he instinctively thought of Asya who went to buy something in the military store yesterday, and thought it couldn't be such a coincidence. Could it be that the girl the lieutenant wanted to hook up with was Asiya?
In order to figure out what was going on, he tilted his head slightly and stretched his ears to listen to the conversation between the two. The lieutenant continued: "It would be fine if it was an ordinary driver, but that driver is actually a second lieutenant from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"Second lieutenant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" the lieutenant colonel asked in a questioning tone, "Are you not mistaken?"
"You can't be wrong, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." The lieutenant's voice was filled with tears: "When they asked me to put the flour bag in the trunk of the car, I took a special look at the license plate of the car. The color of the license plate was Internal Affairs. The blue color is dedicated to the ministry, and the number is the special vehicle for ministerial-level leaders.”
"Oh my God, Lieutenant Morozka, you read that right, are you looking at a ministerial-class car of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I am definitely not wrong." The Lieutenant pleaded hard: "If the higher ups want to hold me accountable, I hope you can put in a few good words for me."
When Sokov heard this, he roughly understood what was going on. It must be that Asiya went to the military store yesterday wearing casual clothes to buy something, and ended up meeting the young lieutenant. The lieutenant coveted Asiya's beauty, so he went to hook up with her. Unexpectedly, the driver who took Asiya to the military store appeared. Lunev was originally the deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the license plate on the car he was traveling in was naturally a ministerial-level license plate.
After class, Victor and Sukhalev stood up and pushed Sokov's wheelchair out of the classroom as usual, preparing to push him to the parking lot and hand him over to Lieutenant Koshkin to take home.
Somehow today, the three Sokovs arrived at the parking lot, but did not see Koshkin's car.
"Strange, why didn't you see Lieutenant Koshkin?" Sukharev frowned and said, "Did he have something to delay him?"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said magnanimously: "I'm not in a hurry to go back to the hospital anyway. I'll just wait for him here for a while."
Victor looked up at the sky and said, "I think it's better to go back to the teaching building and wait. The day is gray and it looks like it's going to snow soon."
When the two pushed Sokov's wheelchair toward the teaching building, Sukhalev suddenly said: "I don't like winter, especially snowy days."
"Why?" Sokov suddenly became interested when he heard what he said. He tilted his head and asked, "Sukhalev, why do you hate winter and snow?"
"The Baltic Sea will freeze every winter, and our warships will be frozen in the port and unable to leave the port." Sukharev said with a solemn expression: "If it was a peaceful era, it would not matter if the warships were frozen, but now it is During the war, German planes would take advantage of our warships to be unable to move and launch bombings against us."
A picture immediately emerged in Sokov's mind. Countless ships were parked in the frozen port, and dense enemy planes swooped down from high altitudes, dropping bombs on the ships frozen by the ice. The bombs fell on the ice or exploded on the warships, setting off dazzling flames. Although the fleet's sailors used anti-aircraft weapons to continuously shoot at the enemy planes in the air, they could only slightly weaken the intensity of the enemy planes' bombing, and could not Prevent the warship from being hit by a bomb.
"I think," Sokov said after organizing the vocabulary in his mind: "The bombing by enemy planes must have caused a lot of casualties to the sailors of the Baltic Fleet."
"Yes, during a bombing, seven of our ships of different models were sunk." Sukharev had a painful expression on his face: "The sailors on the ship either sank with the ship or fell into it. They froze to death in the cold sea water, and very few sailors were rescued in the end."
Sokov raised his left hand, gently patted Sukharev's hand on the back of the wheelchair, and comforted him and said: "Sukharev, this is war. But don't worry, sooner or later we will fight against him." The Germans will demand repayment of this blood debt."
The three of them had just entered the hall when a teacher hurried over. After seeing the three of them clearly, he asked, "Are you students in the class of Teacher Christonia?"
"Yes, Comrade Teacher." Sokov saw the other person carrying the rank of major on his shoulders, and knew that there must be a reason for him to ask this, so he asked politely: "Do you have any advice?"
"I need to find someone to move a set of teaching aids from the storage room on the fourth floor." The teacher pointed at Victor and Sukhalev: "You two follow me to move the things."
However, Victor and Sukhalev did not immediately reply to the teacher, but turned their attention to Sokov to see what he meant. Sokov knew that if the teacher could find someone to help, he would definitely not arrest strong men like now, so he nodded to the two of them and said: "Since the teacher comrade needs your help, then you go and help him."
"But," Victor said with some worry, "we can't leave you here alone!"
"It doesn't matter," Sokov said with a smile: "I can take care of myself, so you can just go ahead."
Since Sokov said so, Victor nodded and followed the teacher to the fourth floor to move the teaching aids with Sukhalev.
After Sokov waited for the three people to leave, he turned the wheels of his wheelchair with his hands, came to the gate, and looked towards the parking lot not far away to see if Koshkin had arrived.
After waiting for a while, Koshkin was not there, but there were two rapid footsteps behind him. Sokov thought that Victor and Sukhalev were back. When he turned around to greet them, he found that they were two unfamiliar officers. One was an elderly lieutenant colonel, and the other was Lieutenant.
When Sokov saw that it was not Victor and Sukhalev, he turned his head and continued to look outside, waiting patiently for Koshkin's arrival.
At this moment, he heard a slightly older voice say: "You are so shameless, Lieutenant Morozka, how can you casually pick up a girl in a military store? Aren't you afraid? Are you causing yourself unnecessary trouble?"
"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I was wrong." A young voice sounded: "I just saw that the girl was very beautiful, so I went up to talk to her, but who knew that she came with a driver..."
"Military store, girl, driver." When Sokov heard the young lieutenant say these three words, he instinctively thought of Asya who went to buy something in the military store yesterday, and thought it couldn't be such a coincidence. Could it be that the girl the lieutenant wanted to hook up with was Asiya?
In order to figure out what was going on, he tilted his head slightly and stretched his ears to listen to the conversation between the two. The lieutenant continued: "It would be fine if it was an ordinary driver, but that driver is actually a second lieutenant from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"Second lieutenant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" the lieutenant colonel asked in a questioning tone, "Are you not mistaken?"
"You can't be wrong, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." The lieutenant's voice was filled with tears: "When they asked me to put the flour bag in the trunk of the car, I took a special look at the license plate of the car. The color of the license plate was Internal Affairs. The blue color is dedicated to the ministry, and the number is the special vehicle for ministerial-level leaders.”
"Oh my God, Lieutenant Morozka, you read that right, are you looking at a ministerial-class car of the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I am definitely not wrong." The Lieutenant pleaded hard: "If the higher ups want to hold me accountable, I hope you can put in a few good words for me."
When Sokov heard this, he roughly understood what was going on. It must be that Asiya went to the military store yesterday wearing casual clothes to buy something, and ended up meeting this young lieutenant. The lieutenant coveted Asiya's beauty, so he went to hook up with her. Unexpectedly, the driver who took Asiya to the military store appeared. Lunev was originally the deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the license plate on the car he was traveling in was naturally a ministerial-level license plate. In order to figure out what was going on, he tilted his head slightly and stretched his ears to listen to the conversation between the two. The lieutenant continued: "It would be fine if it was an ordinary driver, but that driver is actually a second lieutenant from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"You can't be wrong, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel." The lieutenant's voice was filled with tears: "When they asked me to put the flour bag in the trunk of the car, I took a special look at the license plate of the car. The color of the license plate was Internal Affairs. The blue color is dedicated to the ministry, and the numbers are the special vehicles for ministerial-level leaders.”
When Sokov heard this, he roughly understood what was going on. It must be that Asiya went to the military store yesterday wearing casual clothes to buy something, and ended up meeting this young lieutenant. The lieutenant coveted Asiya's beauty, so he went to hook up with her. Unexpectedly, the driver who took Asiya to the military store appeared. Lunev was originally the deputy minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the license plate on the car he was traveling in was naturally a ministerial-level license plate.
