red moscow

Chapter 2596

"Didn't the police officer who brought you here tell you what happened?"

Victoria looked at Sokov, shook her head, and said in bewilderment, "No, they just told me that they needed my help in investigating something, and brought me here." After saying this, she murmured, "I wonder if the manager will fire me when he sees me being taken away by the police? If I lose this job, how can I support my children?"

"Comrade Director," Sokov felt sympathy for this woman, so he said to the director of the bureau office, "I think she was just deceived and should not be considered an accomplice. Can you give her a lighter sentence?"

"Comrade General," the director of the bureau knew in his heart that this woman was innocent, and it would be too unfair for her to be punished. Since Sokov took the initiative to plead for her, he went along with it and said, "Since you say so, I will let her go after the interrogation is over."

Sokov nodded, then looked at his watch and whispered to the director of the bureau: "Comrade Director, I have something else to do. I have to leave first. I'll leave the rest to you."

When Victoria saw Sokov and the director of the bureau leave, she couldn't help but feel panic. She looked at the police chief sitting opposite her and asked in a panic, "Comrade police officer, what are you going to do with me?"

The sheriff snorted coldly: "You explain your problem first. As for how to deal with you, it depends entirely on your attitude and whether you are willing to cooperate with our work."

"Cooperate, cooperate, I will definitely cooperate with your work." Victoria said in a tearful voice: "Whatever you ask, I will answer."

After the director of the bureau sent Sokov away, he sat down next to the police chief and whispered, "Comrade General's intention is to let her go after questioning her."

"What about that man?" the sheriff asked in a low voice.

"I will take him back to the bureau and lock him up." The director of the bureau said, "No action will be taken for the time being. I think Comrade General may have some thoughts about this man."

Hearing what the director of the bureau said, the police chief couldn't help but wonder: "What would Comrade General think of him?"

"He said this person is a talented person and should not be buried in prison." The director of the bureau said, "I think he might be assigned a job, so I will lock him up first and not do anything with him for now."

While Victoria was still being questioned, Sokov had already returned to the family dormitory of the instrument factory and continued to eat his unfinished lunch.

When Bakanidze saw Sokov coming back, he casually asked, "Misha, how is the situation?"

Seeing that Bakanitze asked, Sokov naturally would not hide anything from him and told him roughly about the interrogation.

After Sokov finished his story, Bakanidze said with emotion: "I never thought that a thief and liar could deceive so many people with a stolen military uniform. Fortunately, you discovered his flaw in time today, otherwise, who knows how many people would have suffered unnecessary losses."

Sokov listened to what Bakanidze said and said nothing, because this situation also existed in later generations. Those scammers wore a private soldier's uniform and deceived girls online, saying that they were specially recruited major officers and would be promoted to generals in two years. Such a low-level lie deceived many women, and even many of them were corporate executives, who were also fooled by the young scammers.

After lunch, while Asiya and her daughter were cleaning the table, Bakanidze asked Sokov: "Misha, what are your plans next?"

"I plan to go to the General Armament Department in a couple of days to see Comrade Ustinov and see how he plans to arrange my work."

"In the past two months, our factory has received many veterans, including some officers."

Upon learning that the Instrument Factory had accepted a number of veterans, Sokov immediately became interested: "I wonder how your factory arranges jobs for them?"

Bakanidze shrugged his shoulders and said, "How else can they be arranged? Of course, they will be sent to the workshop to work as workers. The same goes for the officers. Although their ranks are there, they have no actual work experience, so it is not appropriate to arrange them directly to leadership positions. Therefore, they need to be trained at the grassroots level for a period of time, and then their positions will be adjusted according to their performance."

Asya came out of the kitchen and heard what her father said. She couldn't help but interrupt: "If Misha goes to the General Armament Department, will Comrade Ustinov arrange for him to work in a lower level to train him?"

Hearing the question raised by his daughter, Bakanidze thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "If it were someone else, they might go to a subordinate factory to serve as a factory-level leader. But Misha's situation is different. First, his military rank is very high. Even if he is made a factory director, it would probably be a waste of his talent. Secondly, during the war, he developed several weapons and gained a good reputation on the battlefield. For a talent like this, if I were Ustinov, I would probably not let him go to the grassroots level, but directly arrange him in a department of the weapons design bureau as a deputy. After he has enough qualifications, it is not impossible to let him become a director."

"Misha," Asia said to Sokov after Bakanitze finished speaking, "You heard what my father said. I think you should go to see Comrade Ustinov as soon as possible to see how he plans to arrange your future work."

"Yes, I will go see Ustinov as soon as possible."

As Sokov drove home, he kept wondering whether he should go see Yakov first and ask him to accompany him to see Ustinov.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the gate of the compound and was about to ask the guard to open the door, a guard trotted over and saluted Sokov: "Hello, Comrade General!"

Seeing that the other party did not open the door immediately, but ran directly to his car, Sokov realized that the other party might have something to do, so he politely asked: "What's the matter?"

The guard handed over a manila envelope: "There's a letter for you."

"My letter?" Sokov took the letter from the guard and asked, "Who sent it?"

"It was a captain, and he said he was from the General Armament Department." The guard replied, "I told him that you drove out in the morning and I didn't know when you would be back. Then he gave me this letter and asked me to pass it on to you."

Sokov thanked the guard and drove into the compound.

I parked the car downstairs and helped Asia upstairs. As soon as I reached the door, I heard the phone in the room ringing.

He hurriedly took out the key, opened the door, rushed into the room, rushed over and grabbed the microphone: "I am Sokov!"

Yakov's voice came from the receiver: "Thank God, you finally answered the phone. Misha, where have you been today?"

"I went to Khimki. What happened?" "It's like this." Yakov said, "Ustinov sent someone to look for you today, but learned that you were not at home, and the guards in the compound didn't know where you went, so he asked me to contact you to see if I can find you."

"When I came back, the guard at the gate handed me a letter, saying it was from a captain of the General Armament Department." Sokov saw the envelope in his hand and continued, "I think it should be a letter from Comrade Ustinov."

"Then can you come to the General Ordnance Department tomorrow?"

"I think it should be okay."

"Well, I'll meet you at the entrance of the General Armaments Building at nine in the morning."

After hanging up the phone, Sokov opened the envelope and pulled out the letterhead. The content was simple, notifying Sokov to report to the General Armaments Building at 9 a.m. tomorrow, followed by Ustinov's signature and date.

Asia asked curiously, "Misha, does Comrade Ustinov really intend to let you work in the General Armament Department?"

"That's right." Sokov handed the letter to Asia and said, "Let me report to the General Armament Department at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I guess they are going to assign me some specific work."

"If you really go to the General Armament Department, it means you will never leave Moscow easily in the future."

"That's the theory." When Sokov said this, he remembered that when he and Yakov were returning from China, they passed by Chelyabinsk. It was said that there was technology beyond this era there, and people who entered there basically lived in isolation. If Ustinov wanted to send him there, it would mean that he would not have the opportunity to meet Asia in the next few decades. He said nonchalantly, "But if there is a business trip, maybe I still have to leave Moscow."

Since he was going to meet Ustinov tomorrow, Sokov naturally couldn't go empty-handed. He took out the sketch of the PKM machine gun he had drawn and found that he had drawn it too hastily when he was in Berlin. It was obviously inappropriate to hand the drawing to Ustinov just like that. So he found the drawing tools and new paper and prepared to draw another acceptable sketch.

Early the next morning, Sokov drove to the General Armament Department.

On the way, a black car passed by. Sokov didn't care. After all, being overtaken on the road was commonplace. Who made his car slow? But after overtaking, the car didn't speed up, but slowed down and drove in front of Sokov's car, making it impossible for him to speed up.

Seeing the car in front of him stop, Sokov had to stop his car as well. He pushed open the door and planned to go forward to argue with the other party.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived next to the black car, the back window rolled down, revealing a very familiar face.

Sokov saw the man clearly and quickly stepped back. He stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Comrade Marshal!"

The car door opened and Marshal Rokossovsky stepped out. He extended his hand to Sokov and said in a friendly tone, "Misha, long time no see. Where are you going?"

"Comrade Marshal," Sokov seemed a little nervous in front of his old superior and answered in a panic, "I'll go to the General Armament Department."

"So you are now working in the Main Armament Department?" Rokossovsky asked in a reproachful tone. "Since you are in Moscow, why don't you come to see me? Have you forgotten me, your old superior, now that the war is over?"

"No, Comrade Marshal." Seeing that Rokossovsky had misunderstood, Sokov hurriedly explained: "Actually, I just returned from Berlin the day before yesterday and haven't had time to visit you yet." Sokov thought to himself, could it be that Rokossovsky just came back from Serova?

"Oh, so that's how it is." Rokossovsky nodded slowly and said, "So you came back with Marshal Zhukov and Comrade Malenkov?"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!" Sokov replied, "I did come back with them."

"What are you doing at the General Ordnance Department? Are you working there?"

"Comrade Ustinov sent someone to see me yesterday and asked me to meet him at nine o'clock this morning." Sokov said cautiously, "I think he is planning to arrange a specific position for me in the General Armament Department."

"With the end of the war, the army has begun to downsize. If you continue to stay in the army, there is no future for you." Rokossovsky said earnestly: "If you can enter the General Armament Department, with your ability, you may be able to achieve something."

After encouraging Sokov, Rokossovsky looked at the time, took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote an address on it with a pencil, and handed it to Sokov: "This is my current address. If you have time, you can come to my house. I am at home every night. It's getting late. You should go to see Comrade Ustinov quickly and don't keep him waiting for too long."

Sokov raised his hand to salute Rokossovsky, then turned and walked back to his car. He got in the car and waited quietly until the black car that Rokossovsky was riding in left, then he started the car and continued to drive towards his destination.

The car arrived at the door of the General Armament Department. Sokov saw Yakov standing at the door, looking around nervously. He quickly parked the car not far from him, then opened the door and leaned over to greet him: "Yasha, I'm here."

Yakov ran over and pointed to the empty lot across the street and said, "Misha, park your car there and follow me to see Comrade Ustinov."

Sokov agreed, got back into the car, and drove towards the open space across the road.

After parking the car, Sokov ran quickly across the street and came to Yakov: "Yasha, let's go."

Yakov looked at the blueprint bag under Sokov's arm and asked curiously, "Misha, what blueprints are you carrying?"

"When I was still in Berlin, Comrade Ustinov called me personally and hoped that I could design a new weapon." Sokov thought that Yakov was not only a good friend but also a future colleague, so he told him truthfully: "This is a new machine gun I designed."

"A new machine gun?" Yakov raised his eyebrows and asked, "Compared with the German MG42 general-purpose machine gun, which one is better?"

Sokov smiled and said, "Yasha, equipment is always improving. Today's equipment is more advanced than before, and future equipment will be better than today's equipment. It is undeniable that the German MG42 general-purpose machine gun is a very good machine gun, but I believe that the machine gun I designed should not be worse than the MG42 in terms of performance."

"Misha, I have confidence in you." Yakov put a hand on Sokov's shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go see Comrade Ustinov."