Red Moscow

Chapter 2466

"Why do we have to wait until we have time to talk?" Kopalova asked puzzledly: "We don't have a lot of time now, so you can tell me slowly."

Sokov raised his hand and looked at the time, and then said to Kopalova: "There is really no time today. I think it will be another day. I still have important things to do now."

Just when Sokov raised his hand to call the waitress to check out, Kopalova grabbed his arm: "Misha, tell me, what is important for you? If it is really important, then I will Let you go and continue to listen to your stories another day."

"There are still people waiting for me in my room." Sokov replied helplessly: "I can't keep others waiting for a long time."

Hearing what Sokov said, Kopalova's face changed slightly, and then asked sourly: "I wonder if the person waiting for you in your room is your wife or another girl?"

“It’s not a woman.” Sokov quickly explained: “It’s four, no, it’s five men.”

“Five men?” Kopalova’s eyes widened in surprise and she asked in confusion: “Who are they and what are they doing in your room?”

“One was a screenwriter on the film crew, and of the other four, two were the crew’s stenographers and two were scribes.”

"What are they doing in your room?" Kopalova said jokingly: "You don't want to write a memoir, do you?"

Although the book "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" that he is currently writing is indeed plagiarized by Vasilyev, the original author may not even have the basic creative ideas at the moment. Even if Sokov says that this book is his own original work, No one can refute it.

“Kopalova, why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?”

 “Yes, it is indeed the case.” Sokov said proudly.

"Hello, Misha!" When Kopalova actually said that Sokov was her fiancé, the man named Basha turned pale, but out of politeness, he still stepped forward to extend his hand to Sokov. Take action: "I am Basha, a reporter from "Izvestia", and I am a colleague of Kopalova. This is the first time I heard that she has a fiancé. You are not the actor he invited to act."

“You said you are writing a book, which may then be adapted into a movie script?” Kopalova asked: “Misha, am I right?”

Sokov became more and more confused and didn't know what was going on, so he asked cautiously: "Kopalova, I don't understand what you mean."

Although Sokov had already spoken to this extent, Basha was still full of doubts about his identity. He did not believe that there could be such a young general, and he was also a general, so he said coldly: "I don't know. What battles did Comrade General participate in during the Great Patriotic War?"

“I have participated in many battles. The first was the major counterattack under the city of Moscow, followed by the Battle of Kharkov, the Battle of Stalingrad, the Great Battle of Kursk, the Battle of the Right Bank of the Dnieper River, etc.”

After listening to Sokov's words, Kopalova stared at him intently, as if there was something interesting on his face. Sokov felt a little embarrassed when she looked at him and thought, could it be that my charm attracted her and made her reluctant to look away? The next moment, she will definitely praise me.

"Hello, Basha!" Sokov reached out and shook the other person's hand gently, then let go and replied: "I'm afraid I must disappoint you. I am not an actor, I am a soldier." Sokov is a smart man. When he heard Kopalova say that he was her fiancé in front of the other party, he knew that he was being used, and he said in passing, "As for the military uniform I am wearing, it belongs to me personally. "

When Sokov heard this, he broke into a cold sweat. He never dreamed that the original Sokov was so bad that he even needed someone else to write his essays when he was studying.

Just when Kopalova was about to agree to Sokov's proposal, a young man walked in from outside. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Kopalova: "Kopalova, you are here as expected. Every time we come to Vladimir, you will sit in this cafe."

“So, the troops you command were the first to rush into Berlin!”

"Don't I know what your writing level is?" Kopalova said in a mocking tone: "Don't forget, when you were studying, I wrote all your compositions for you. In just a few years If time is gone, how can you, a person with poor writing skills, write any novels?"

“Misha, you’re so funny, you actually made such a joke with me. Others don’t understand you, so don’t I understand you?”

"I'm afraid I don't have the qualifications to write a memoir. I need at least a general-level person." Sokov said with a wry smile: "I'm writing a novel. I recite what I want to write, and then the stenographer records it and the scribe writes it. .As for the screenwriter, his responsibility is to adapt my novel into a movie script."

"Basha, let me introduce you." Kopalova took Sokov's arm, pressed her face against it, and said shyly: "This is my fiancé Misha."

After the man said this, when he saw Kopalova sitting and chatting with a young man wearing a general uniform, his expression seemed very intimate, his expression suddenly changed, and then he asked Kopalova tentatively: "Kopalova." Palova, is he an actor on the set?"

"Kopalova, after all, we haven't seen each other for several years. Some things may be different from your original understanding." In order to change Kopalova's view of himself, Sokov decided to take him to his own place. In the room, look at the new book that is about to cause a sensation: "If you don't believe that I can write a novel, you can follow me and take a look. After reading it, you will understand whether I am kidding or not."

Sokov heard that Basha's tone was full of gunpowder, which might be specifically aimed at his "love rival". He turned and glanced at Kopalova, only to see her looking at him with a smile, as if she was very happy to see this kind of thing. The scene where both sides are fighting for her and jealous.

Who knows the next moment, Kopalova burst out laughing, which not only made Sokov laugh, but also attracted the attention of the waitress who was chatting at the counter.

Sokov smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said to Basha: "Unfortunately, when the Battle of Berlin began, the troops I commanded belonged to the Second Belarusian Front, and the fighting area was still dozens of kilometers away from Berlin."

"I wonder what troops you have commanded?" When Basha said this, he also glanced at Sokov's epaulettes with a provocative look: "If you are only a division commander, I am afraid you will not be able to obtain the epaulettes of a general."

"As early as during the Battle of Stalingrad, I was a colonel." Sokov did not want to continue to tangle with such a narrow-minded person, so he said bluntly: "My surname is Sokov, and I served as the 27th and 27th Army Corps. The position of commander of the 53rd Army." After saying that, Sokov didn't waste any time. He stood up and waved to the waitress who was still standing next to the counter: "Comrade waiter, please come over and settle the account."

When Sokov told him his last name and the positions he had held, Basha was dumbfounded. As a senior reporter, he naturally knew the last name of the army-level commander. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect that he would offend the distinguished General Sokov in person.

When Sokov went out, Kopalova also ran out, took his arm and said: "Tell me your room number, and I will go to your place in the evening to see what the novel you wrote is like."

Since it was Kopalova who brought it up, Sokov didn't think there was anything wrong, so he told the other party his room number, and then hurried back to the guest house to prepare to continue writing the novel with everyone.

Just after Sokov left, Basha walked out of the cafe. He came to Kopalova, looked at Sokov's leaving figure, and said nervously: "Kopalova, why are you Don’t you tell me, that person just now was General Sokov?”

“Didn’t I tell you when you came in?” Kopalova said impatiently.

"But, you mentioned a nickname and did not mention his surname. How do I know that he is the decorated General Sokov?" Basha said in a complaining tone: "Even if I know the names of the seventy armies of the entire army, The surname of each commander, but I don’t know their nickname. If you just mentioned the nickname, I would definitely not have thought that he was actually a great general."

"Okay, don't talk about this." Kopalova asked impatiently: "Has the pass been processed?"

"It's done, it's done." Basha nodded vigorously and said in a positive tone: "It's all done. In the next few days, wherever the crew goes, we can follow them. "

“It’s getting late, let’s go to the set now.”

 “Kopalova, I have something to ask you.” Basha said in a flattering tone.

 “What’s the matter, tell me quickly.”

"When you see General Sokov, can you say a few good words for me?" Basha said with a smile: "Just say that I didn't mean to target him just now, and please don't be angry."

"It's not impossible if you want me to put in a good word for you, but there's a condition."

“Don’t say it’s just one condition, but even ten conditions, I’ll agree to it.”

 “Don’t pester me again in the future.”

"Ah?! I'm not allowed to pester you anymore?" Basha never imagined that Kopalova would actually propose such an exchange condition, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Forget it if you don't want to. Just treat what I just said as if I didn't say it."

Hearing what Kopalova said, Basha became anxious. He knew very well what the consequences of offending a general would be. If the other party really wants to deal with him, let alone a small reporter, even if he is the editor-in-chief, he may not end up well. After a short period of thinking, he decided to compromise. Anyway, there were so many young and beautiful girls that he couldn't afford to hang himself on the Kopalova tree, so he could definitely find a new goal.

"Kopalova, don't be angry, I promise you." Basha raised his right hand and swore to Kopalova: "From now on, I will never pester you again. If I violate this oath, I will be punished." Sent to the Gulag.”

The Gulag concentration camp is a place that makes people talk about it. Since Basha used all the Gulag to swear, he will probably be more honest in the future and stop pestering her. So Kopalova nodded and said: "Okay Well, I will definitely explain this matter to you the next time I see Misha."

Besides, when Sokov returned to his room, the four stenographers and scribes had such expressions, but Werner was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Just when he was seeing the most exciting part, the story stopped abruptly, It made him feel itchy and eager to know the plot behind it.

Seeing Sokov enter the door, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Sokov's arm, saying excitedly: "General Sokov, you are finally back. It's not early now, can we start today's creation?"

"Yes, of course." If Sokov hadn't been thinking about coming back to continue creating, he would have stayed in the coffee shop long ago, chatting with Kopalova about old times, and there was no need to stay with a group of old men. When Werner asked about it, he said without hesitation: "Then let's start now."

When Sokov began to recite the following content, Werner quickly found a seat and sat down, quietly listening to the plot he wanted to know, and comparing it with what he imagined. After listening for a while, Werner discovered that Sokov's idea was far beyond his imagination.

According to Werner's idea, the male protagonist Warrant Officer Vaskov and five female soldiers ambush the Germans in advance on the only road they must pass. Then the fate of the two German soldiers waiting is either to be shot dead or captured. But when he didn't expect it, the plot took a big turn. There were not two enemies in Vaskov and the female soldier's field of vision, but sixteen enemies. For a time, Vaskov and the others, who originally had the advantage in strength and terrain, were at an absolute disadvantage.

Just like the ideological activities of the male protagonist Vaskov: If he brings not five female soldiers, but five male soldiers, and a turntable machine gun loaded with bullets, then there is still hope to block this enemy. But now there are 16 enemies, all of whom are equipped with MP40 machine guns. However, our army only has five rifles and one pistol. Not only is it at a disadvantage in terms of strength, but its equipment is also far inferior to that of the opponent. How can we fight this battle? ?

Not only Werner, but also Agni, who was doing shorthand work, had a serious expression on his face. He began to worry about Vaskov and the female soldiers in the book. Although he has never been on the battlefield, he can still see that this is a battle with no chance of winning.

When he heard that Vaskov gave the female soldiers an order to move their positions, and sent a girl named Risa to go back to the original route to ask for help, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that as long as Vaskov and the others could hold off the enemy, If Risa comes with reinforcements again, the situation will become favorable to her side again.

But what Agni didn't expect was that Risa was swallowed by the swamp on her way back. Warrant Officer Vaskov and his female soldiers became isolated and helpless. If they wanted to stop the enemy, they could only rely on their own strength. Strength.

"Comrade General," Agni wrote here, feeling that he could not control his emotions. He quickly raised his hand to interrupt Sokov: "I feel a little uncomfortable and need to go to the bathroom first. When I come out, you can Just keep reading."

Sokov did not notice anything unusual about Agni. He just nodded and agreed to his request. Then he said to Grust: "Grudit, please re-record everything Agni recorded." Just copy it down."

 (End of this chapter)