When I heard this, I couldn't even get dressed neatly. I just put a batch of coats on my body, and I didn't even take the matching gun, and hurried downstairs.

Downstairs, a military jeep was parked in front of the apartment building. Both the driver in the driver's seat and Makarov in the passenger seat yawned, and no one noticed that they were not wearing their belts; I didn't care about the driver's fatigue and Makarov's hat not being brought out.

"What the hell is going on?" As I asked, I hurriedly fastened my belt, only to realize that I hadn't even zipped my skirt, and my face flushed with shame.

Makarov didn't seem to notice my reaction. He took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked it to himself. The twelve or thirteen-year-old child looks like an old special forces soldier in his twenties when he smokes. Halfway through his cigarette, he slowly spoke: "His character ...... After so many years, won't it change? ”

"What's been so many years?" I was confused, "Listening to what you mean, it seems that you know Comrade Mosvenk very well." ”

How is this possible...... Makarov was thirteen years old at most. Even if it's a young soldier......

"Forget it, that's not the point......" Makarov sighed and said softly, "Comrade commissar, can you answer me a question?" ”

"Well, you name it." I came back to my senses from my ramblings and quickly answered.

"What do you think...... Comrade Mosvenk, what kind of person is he? Makarov asked me.

Huh? This question really surprised me.

"Why do you ask me this?" I asked Makarov curiously, "I have only been in the unit for more than a month, and I know far less about Comrade Commander than you. This kind of problem, it stands to reason, should be more ...... for those of you who are familiar with it."

"yes." People who have known each other for a few years must be more familiar with each other than people who have just met', everyone thinks so, right? Makarov rolled open the passenger window, took a hard puff of cigarette out of the window, and then said to me with a smile, "But...... Comrade commissar, do you know what the majority of people think of Comrade Lomanov? ”

Nonsense...... That old pervert, old pervert...... Can it make people feel otherwise?

Perhaps seeing my thoughts, Makarov laughed dryly and said, "You know what? Just three months ago, I even felt that the purpose of Comrade Lomanov's existence was to help Comrade Marx save the communist world. ”

"And now?" I'm not surprised by his reaction. It seems that everyone who has just met Lomanov sees Lomanov in this way. Only those who are familiar with Lomanov know that he is a perverted old man.

Makarov pouted and did not answer.

"Do you think - sorry, let me say it casually - Comrade Commander, probably Comrade Lomanov, has encountered a similar situation." I was nervously holding my back, but at this moment I was completely relaxed, and I completely buried my back in the back seat, "You think that Comrade Mosvenk is an excellent commander and a good comrade-in-arms; But you can't be sure that in the eyes of a person who doesn't know the comrade commander very well, there will be a different opinion. ”

Makarov was noncommittal. At this moment, the whole of the Soviet Union has entered a state of general mobilization, and a curfew has been enforced at night in Moscow. There were almost no lights on the road, and it was pitch black everywhere. Only our car, with its flickering headlights, passed by the rows of coalition vigilant patrols.

"He's a good officer," I said at last, "and a good comrade-in-arms, and there's almost nothing wrong with him — except for his character, which is too upright." ”

"Thank you." Makarov said lightly, "I thought that political workers were all liars. ”

He didn't know that I wasn't telling the truth. It took me a long time, but I finally managed to hold back, and I didn't scold Mosvenck for all his faults.

"So, this time, the character of Comrade Commander ...... Did you cause serious trouble? I digressed, "What is it?" ”

Makarov thought for a moment, and then stopped.

"Forget it. I guess it won't be a matter of principle when I was called," I felt even more relaxed when I saw Makarov like this, "I'll know then, won't I?" ”

……

I'm naïve when faced with some questions.

For example, I used to think that at most, Mosvenck had a conflict with the men sent from above, or that the two had some irreconcilable trouble with the development of the battle plan, and so on......

Even I naively thought that by the time I arrived at the barracks, the conflict had been resolved, and I could go back and sleep in peace......

As a result, as soon as I entered the command room, I saw ......

"Ping-" Something flew out of my face. The parabola ended its journey on the wall behind me, eventually breaking into pieces.

"Get out!" Mosvenk's roar was almost louder than the explosion of the grenade, so frightened that Makarov secretly saluted and left.

Looking further into the room, Mosvenck seemed to have just gotten into a fight with someone. But the room was empty, which was very strange.

Damn tyrant...... I'm just your commissar and correspondent, not your orderly!

Thinking about it, I still managed to squeeze out a smiling face, walked into the room with a relaxed step, and while cleaning up the things that had been thrown everywhere in the room, I smiled in front of me and at the same time asked the person on the computer, "What happened to make you so excited?" They are all warriors fighting for communism, and they cannot ...... in harmony."

Well, I really began to admire the naivety of the man on the screen, and the courage of the comrade commander in front of me. I don't know, why are the people on the screen arguing with Mosvenk (at this level, there shouldn't be any need to explain to Mosvenk, right?). And what I don't know is ......

"What's wrong? Generalissimo Viladimore, and Comrade Commander? "I continued to smile and listen to their problems.

Then, a word from Generalissimo Viladimore instantly pushed me into the camp of Mosvenck and scolded him hundreds of times.