Chapter 482 Come and Have a Meal

In later generations, lovers often express their reunion with their bodies, but this is not the case with Malashenko and Natalia.

On one side is a passive transmigrator with a little guilt and more confusion, and on the other side is the only young girl left in the world who is unaware of all this.

When living in the distant future world, one always longs for the most innocent and flawless love without any hypocrisy. Longing for the most peaceful haven is the most primitive pursuit in the heart of every normal man.

But when such a dream love is within reach of Malashenko, the intricate intertwined relationship makes Malashenko, who feels mixed emotions in his heart, unable to make up his mind to accept all this for a while.

Time passed quickly as the tall figure was leaning on the bed with a delicate figure.

At that time, Malashenko, who occasionally said a few meaningless words to Natalia, realized that time was passing quickly. The sunset near the horizon outside the window had stretched the backs of the two people leaning against each other on the floor.

Hearing that her lover's stomach was rumbling, Natalia finally realized that her little emotion had wasted time. She stood up in a panic and was about to prepare dinner. Before she could take a step forward, a large and powerful hand grabbed her slender wrist.

"Let me do it, you just wait here."

"But"

Before she could say anything, Malashenko, who had already stood up from the bed, had taken off his woolen coat to keep warm and hung it on the hanger. His upright and broad back made Natalia, who was stunned on the spot, look a little fascinated.

Malashenko finally finished all the preparations by placing the wide-brimmed military cap on the top of the hanger, removing his belt and hanging it properly with his gun, and carefully taking off the two Red Flag medals on his chest and putting them away.

"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 afar?"

Without waiting for Natalia to answer, Malashenko was just about to walk into the kitchen at the corner of the room with a smile on his face, but a quick knock on the door interrupted all the beautiful atmosphere like the devils entering the village.

"Fuck! That dog is so blind!?"

Startled by the sudden knock on the door, Malashenko, who was a little angry in his heart, 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 in front of him made Malashenko stunned instantly.

"Haha! Comrade Malashenko, we haven't seen each other for a long time! I heard that you rushed here as soon as you got off work in Moscow!"

"Look at this, my treasured vodka! And this, the best fresh raw beef, this is a scarce material that I got from someone, don't tell others! It's a great delicacy after heating it up, we have to have a good drink today!"

Looking at the excited man in front of him with a blue-rimmed hat on his forehead and his mouth corners almost grinning to the roots of his ears, Malashenko blinked for a long time before he realized that the person in front of him was the direct subordinate of Political Commissar Petrov when he was working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he was chatting happily with him in the reception room of the Lubyanka Hotel.

Although Political Commissar Petrov volunteered to be transferred to the newly formed First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment of Malashenko as a regimental political commissar, Major Malokov, who remained in the Moscow Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters, did not have any transfer.

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

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

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

Even if 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 ordinary people can hardly understand, it is not a difficult secret to find out that Malashenko has returned to Moscow for vacation.

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

After taking the wine and raw meat from Major Malokov, he took the initiative to step forward and make an invitation gesture. He still had a very good first impression of this major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who was praised by Political Commissar Petrov. Malashenko, whose resentment had almost dissipated, was already smiling.

"Come in and sit down, Comrade Malokov. I'm going to prepare dinner, it will be ready soon, wait a moment."

"Prepare dinner? You go in person?!"

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

A Red Army tank hero and the first lieutenant colonel commander of the Guards Tank Force actually cooked dinner himself. This was too shocking in the Soviet Union where there was almost no male head of the family cooking.

Natalia, who realized that the atmosphere was a bit strange, blushed and poured a glass of water for Major Malokov, who was stunned by the bed. Major Malokov, who felt that his brain was short-circuited, never reacted to what the hell was going on.

More than an hour later, at the dining table at night, Major Malokov, who was so hungry that his eyes were shining, was wolfing down the food on the plate.

This kind of small thing has never been eaten by himself, but the taste is so appetizing that it is enough to wolf it down. Major Malokov swears that he has never tasted such delicious food since he was born.

"Is it delicious?"

Malashenko, who was leaning on his chin with a frown on his face, whispered to Major Malokov, who was eating hard in front of him and was just about to use his hands to dig.

"Hmm! Hmm, Hmm! Halah, Halah!"

Major Malokov, with his mouth full of food, couldn't even say anything decent, so he could only give Malashenko a brief and ambiguous answer with his thumbs up.

"You ate my share and my wife's share! Damn it!"

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