The car continued to drive forward. When a small alley appeared on the side of the road, the driver turned the steering wheel and turned directly into it.
"Yasha!" Although Sokov had been to Lenin Street many times in his previous life, this was the first time he saw this alley. He asked Yakov curiously: "What are we doing in this alley?"
After hearing this, Yakov smiled slyly and said, "Misha, don't worry, you will know when we get there."
The car passed through one brick-concrete building after another, and soon a group of buildings surrounded by walls appeared in front of them. There were actually sentries standing guard at the entrance of the yard.
Seeing this, Sokov asked curiously: "Yasha, the place you want to take us to won't be inside the wall, right?"
"Yes, our destination is inside."
Sokov looked at the surrounding environment. In addition to the sentries standing guard at the door, patrols with military dogs could also be seen patrolling the walls. He couldn't help but frowned: "Yasha, the security here is so tight, I'm afraid it's not A place where ordinary people live, right?”
Yakov smiled and said: "Misha, you are right, the generals live in the courtyard. The new house arranged by the superiors is in this courtyard."
Hearing that all the generals living in the courtyard made Sokov feel a little flustered. Although he was also a general, living in such a place still put a lot of psychological pressure on him: "The generals who live here, no matter they are He should be higher than me in terms of seniority and status. Is it appropriate for me to live in the same place as them?"
"What's inappropriate?" Yakov said: "Although you are young and your qualifications are not as old as theirs, in our army, you were promoted from an ordinary soldier to a general by virtue of your outstanding military exploits. If you If you are not qualified to live here, then who is qualified to live here?”
Sokov's heart warmed up after hearing this. Although Yakov's words were loud and full of self-serving and unreasonable flavor, they were very considerate and made him feel very comfortable after listening to them. While he was talking, the car had already arrived at the entrance of the yard.
The sentry at the door stopped the car with his hand, bent down, looked into the car, and asked Yakov politely: "Comrade Colonel, what can I do for you?"
"I am Colonel Yakov, and I was ordered to send General Sokov here."
The sentry glanced at the back row and immediately saw Sokov sitting with Asya. He quickly straightened up and took a step back. After raising his hand in salute, he gestured to the other sentry at the door, telling him to lift the railing. lift it up.
After the car drove into the courtyard, the driver turned to Yakov and said, "Comrade Colonel, where are we going next?"
"Go to Building 17." Yakov said to the driver: "General Sokov's new residence is in Building 17."
When the car came to a stop next to Building 17, Sokov discovered that it was a two-story stone building that would not collapse even if it was directly hit by a 105mm artillery fire. He said with emotion: "Yasha, this house looks ancient."
"Yes, this house has a history of more than a hundred years." Yakov nodded and said: "It was originally a shantytown. Shortly after Napoleon's army occupied Moscow in 1812, a war occurred that forced them to abandon it. When the city retreated from the fire, this place was burned to ruins. When reconstruction began in 1817, it became a residential area for dignitaries."
Yakov led the two of them to the second floor of the building, opened one of the doors and walked in. Then he opened his arms and said with an exaggerated expression: "Misha, this is your new house. Let's see if it suits you." !”
The living room in front of him is more than thirty square meters, with a couch and a coffee table. Near the kitchen door, there is a long dining table with twelve matching chairs.
Sokov raised his head and looked at the ceiling. There was actually a painting on it. He visually checked the distance and found that the height was almost five meters. Seeing that the ceiling in the living room was so high, Sokov couldn't help but think of what a good friend said in the past. The other person said that the ceiling of a house he rented was so high that when he first moved in, he would sit there every day. The next time I woke up in the middle of the night and turned on the light, I felt like I was sleeping under a telephone pole on the roadside.
Thinking of this past incident, the corners of Sokov's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. His expression happened to be seen by Yakov, who misunderstood what he meant and thought that the other party felt happy after seeing the new house, so he asked: "Misha, how are you doing about this?" Are you satisfied with your new house?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied." After Sokov said, he walked through the living room. He wanted to see if the height of the bedroom was as exaggerated as the living room.
Yakov followed closely and said to him: "Misha, this house has three bedrooms. You and Asiya live in the master bedroom. If you have a child in the future, you can let him live in the second bedroom. As for the remaining one , just use it as a guest room. When guests come, you can stay them."
After casually pushing open the door of a bedroom, Sokov raised his head and looked at the ceiling. The height here was indeed the same as that of the living room. However, there is a curtain in the bedroom with four beds fixed on the pillars. As long as it is lowered, a small space is formed, so that the person lying on the bed will not be affected by the height of the house at all.
"That's great, Misha, this house is so great." Asya walked into the room, looked around, and said with great emotion, "Does this house really belong to us?"
"It goes without saying, Asiya." Before Sokov could finish speaking, Yakov said first: "This is assigned to Misha by the superiors. It was assigned two months ago. I took advantage of Misha's Sha was still hospitalized, so I found someone to clean up the house and add necessary furniture so that you can move in with your bags."
When Yakov said the word "move-in", Sokov couldn't help but burst out laughing. But he quickly suppressed the smile on his face, looked at Yakov and asked: "Yasha, it must be a lot of money to clean up the house and buy furniture for me, right? You have helped me so much, there is no reason for me to ask you to help me." I dug out my pocket and asked Asiya to transfer it to you later."
"It didn't cost anything." Yakov pointed to the various furniture and decorations in the house and said to Sokov: "The bed, wardrobe and table in the house, as well as the tapestries on the walls and the carpets on the floor, are all from us. It was moved from the warehouse at no cost at all.”
Yakov walked to the closet, reached out and opened the closet door, turned around and said to Sokov: "Misha, we have prepared some casual clothes for you here, basically all new. If you don't want to wear military uniforms when you go out, just You can go out in these clothes.”
Seeing the clothes hanging full in the cabinet, Sokov said gratefully to Yakov: "Yasha, thank you so much for thinking so carefully about me."
"Misha, don't be so polite." Yakov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We are not only good friends, we were also good brothers who shared life and death together. Let me help you do this. Things are as they should be.”
The car continued to drive forward. When a small alley appeared on the side of the road, the driver turned the steering wheel and turned directly into it.
"Yasha!" Although Sokov had been to Lenin Street many times in his previous life, this was the first time he saw this alley. He asked Yakov curiously: "What are we doing in this alley?"
After hearing this, Yakov smiled slyly and said, "Misha, don't worry, you will know when we get there."
The car passed through one brick-concrete building after another, and soon a group of buildings surrounded by walls appeared in front of them. There were actually sentries standing guard at the entrance of the yard.
Seeing this, Sokov asked curiously: "Yasha, the place you want to take us to won't be inside the wall, right?"
"Yes, our destination is inside."
Sokov looked at the surrounding environment. In addition to the sentries standing guard at the door, patrols with military dogs could also be seen patrolling the walls. He couldn't help but frowned: "Yasha, the security here is so tight, I'm afraid it's not A place where ordinary people live, right?”
Yakov smiled and said: "Misha, you are right, the generals live in the courtyard. The new house arranged by the superiors is in this courtyard."
Hearing that all the generals living in the courtyard made Sokov feel a little flustered. Although he was also a general, living in such a place still put a lot of psychological pressure on him: "The generals who live here, no matter they are He should be higher than me in terms of seniority and status. Is it appropriate for me to live in the same place as them?"
"What's inappropriate?" Yakov said: "Although you are young and your qualifications are not as old as theirs, in our army, you were promoted from an ordinary soldier to a general by virtue of your outstanding military exploits. If you If you are not qualified to live here, then who is qualified to live here?”
Sokov's heart warmed up after hearing this. Although Yakov's words were loud and full of self-serving and unreasonable flavor, they were very considerate and made him feel very comfortable after listening to them. While he was talking, the car had already arrived at the entrance of the yard.
The sentry at the door stopped the car with his hand, bent down, looked into the car, and asked Yakov politely: "Comrade Colonel, what can I do for you?"
"I am Colonel Yakov, and I was ordered to send General Sokov here."
The sentry glanced at the back row and immediately saw Sokov sitting with Asya. He quickly straightened up and took a step back. After raising his hand in salute, he gestured to the other sentry at the door, telling him to lift the railing. lift it up.
After the car drove into the courtyard, the driver turned to Yakov and said, "Comrade Colonel, where are we going next?"
"Go to Building 17." Yakov said to the driver: "General Sokov's new residence is in Building 17."
When the car came to a stop next to Building 17, Sokov discovered that it was a two-story stone building that would not collapse even if it was directly hit by a 105mm artillery fire. He said with emotion: "Yasha, this house looks ancient."
"Yes, this house has a history of more than a hundred years." Yakov nodded and said: "It was originally a shantytown. Shortly after Napoleon's army occupied Moscow in 1812, a war occurred that forced them to abandon it. When the city retreated from the fire, this place was burned to ruins. When reconstruction began in 1817, it became a residential area for dignitaries."
Yakov led the two of them to the second floor of the building, opened one of the doors and walked in. Then he opened his arms and said with an exaggerated expression: "Misha, this is your new house. Let's see if it suits you." !”
The living room in front of him is more than thirty square meters, with a couch and a coffee table. Near the kitchen door, there is a long dining table with twelve matching chairs.
Sokov raised his head and looked at the ceiling. There was actually a painting on it. He visually checked the distance and found that the height was almost five meters. Seeing that the ceiling in the living room was so high, Sokov couldn't help but think of what a good friend said in the past. The other person said that the ceiling of a house he rented was so high that when he first moved in, he would sit there every day. The next time I woke up in the middle of the night and turned on the light, I felt like I was sleeping under a telephone pole on the roadside.
Thinking of this past incident, the corners of Sokov's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. His expression happened to be seen by Yakov, who misunderstood what he meant and thought that the other party felt happy after seeing the new house, so he asked: "Misha, how are you doing about this?" Are you satisfied with your new house?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied." After Sokov said, he walked through the living room. He wanted to see if the height of the bedroom was as exaggerated as the living room.
Yakov followed closely and said to him: "Misha, this house has three bedrooms. You and Asiya live in the master bedroom. If you have a child in the future, you can let him live in the second bedroom. As for the remaining one , just use it as a guest room. When guests come, you can stay them."
After casually pushing open the door of a bedroom, Sokov raised his head and looked at the ceiling. The height here was indeed the same as that of the living room. However, there is a curtain with four beds in the bedroom, fixed on the pillars. As long as it is lowered, a small space is formed, so that the person lying on the bed will not be affected by the height of the house at all.
"That's great, Misha, this house is so great." Asya walked into the room and took a closer look. She said with great emotion, "Does this house really belong to us?"
"It goes without saying, Asiya." Before Sokov could finish speaking, Yakov said first: "This is assigned to Misha by the superiors. It was assigned two months ago. I took advantage of Misha's Sha was still hospitalized, so I found someone to clean up the house and add necessary furniture so that you can move in with your bags."
When Yakov said the word "move-in", Sokov couldn't help but burst out laughing. But he quickly suppressed the smile on his face, looked at Yakov and asked: "Yasha, it must be a lot of money to clean up the house and buy furniture for me, right? You have helped me so much, there is no reason for me to ask you to help me." I dug out my pocket and asked Asiya to transfer the amount to you later."
"It didn't cost anything." Yakov pointed to the various furniture and decorations in the house and said to Sokov: "The bed, wardrobe and table in the house, as well as the tapestries on the walls and the carpets on the floor, are all from us. It was moved from the warehouse at no cost at all.”
Yakov walked to the closet, reached out and opened the closet door, turned around and said to Sokov: "Misha, we have prepared some casual clothes for you here, basically all new. If you don't want to wear military uniforms when you go out, just You can go out in these clothes.”
Seeing the clothes hanging full in the cabinet, Sokov said gratefully to Yakov: "Yasha, thank you so much for thinking so carefully about me."
"Misha, don't be so polite." Yakov raised his hand and patted Sokov on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We are not only good friends, we were also good brothers who shared life and death together. Let me help you do this. Things are as they should be.”
