red moscow

Chapter 2615

"Who on earth is it?" Sokov gritted his teeth and said on the way back to the hospital, "Who on earth wants to deal with me?"

Yakov did not speak, but remained silent, as if thinking about the answer to this question. The fact was already clear, the so-called accidental car accident did not exist at all, this was a deliberate murder, otherwise the driver would not have been inexplicably frozen to death in the detention room of the traffic police station.

Seeing that Yakov did not answer, Sokov stopped talking and just looked out the window, staring at the forest flashing outside. He wondered in his heart who wanted to deal with him, but unfortunately made Asiya a victim.

After an unknown amount of time, Yakov suddenly asked, "Misha, what are you thinking about?"

Sokov stared out the window and said casually, "I was thinking, other cities plant trees in the city, but Moscow is a city built in the forest." He turned his head and looked at Yakov, "Yasha, have you thought of something?"

Yakov stepped on the brakes, stopped the car on the side of the road, took out a cigarette box and handed it to Sokov, saying, "Misha! I think you may be implicated."

Sokov, who had just taken out a cigarette and was about to light it, stopped what he was doing when he heard Yakov say that. He asked in confusion: "Yasha, I don't understand what you mean. Can you explain it in more detail?"

"This is just a guess. I'm just saying it for your reference." Yakov said, "The important people who came to visit Asia today, whether it's Marshal Zhukov, Marshal Rokossovsky or Comrade Malenkov, they all have a good relationship with you. In addition, there is Comrade Khrushchev. As far as I know, he returned to Kiev yesterday morning. Otherwise, if he knew that something happened to Asia, he would definitely come to visit."

When Sokov heard Yakov mention these people he was familiar with, he began to think quickly in his mind and felt that yesterday's car accident must be inextricably linked to what Yakov said.

When Yakov saw Sokov frowning in thought, he stopped talking and looked at him quietly. Only after he saw Sokov sigh and his frown slowly relaxed did he speak again: "Misha, have you figured out the key to the problem?"

"I figured it out." Sokov nodded slightly and expressed his true thoughts: "The four people you mentioned are all from the same camp. The one who attacked me should be from the camp that has a bad relationship with them."

"That's right, Misha, I think so too." Yakov agreed with Sokov and continued to ask: "Then think about it, why did they attack Asiya instead of you?"

Sokov sneered, pointed at his shoulder straps, and then said, "I think it was this shoulder strap that saved my life. If they really attacked me directly, your father would definitely inquire about the matter personally and let Comrade Beria thoroughly investigate who killed a senior general. But if they attacked Asia, the nature of the matter would be different. As we have seen, they disguised this action as an accidental car accident. Whether Asia is alive or dead in the end, it will definitely have a certain degree of impact on me, so that I will not have the time to become an assistant to Marshal Zhukov or Comrade Khrushchev in the days to come, so that their chances of success will be greatly increased."

After listening to Sokov's analysis, Yakov gave him a thumbs up and said, "Misha, our ideas are basically the same. If you want to avoid trouble, you must stay away from the vortex for a short period of time and stay safely in the hospital with Asiya, so that she can relax her vigilance against you."

Sokov couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that after returning from the Far East, he stayed in his room all day writing novels, just to stay away from all these right and wrongs, but now it seems that he thought the problem was too simple. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. He wants to live a peaceful life, but someone does not want to give him such an opportunity.

"Yasha, you are right." Sokov began to calculate in his mind. It was already January 1946, and there were still five months before Zhukov was demoted to Odessa as the commander of the military district. Even if he wanted to fight back at this time, it would be futile. With the loss of power of Zhukov and Malenkov, he had no backing and was no match for these people. The only thing he could do now was to endure and wait until Asia got better, and then find the right time to fight back. "What I have to do now is to stay in the hospital with Asia."

Yakov restarted the car and said to Sokov, "Misha, I will take you back to the hospital now. You will stay there for a few days. After you start working, I will report this to Comrade Ustinov and see how he plans to arrange your future job."

"Okay, Yasha, thank you."

The car arrived at the hospital. Sokov got out and waved to Yakov. When he was about to leave, Yakov suddenly called him: "Misha!"

Sokov turned back to the car and leaned over to look inside: "Yasha, is there anything else?"

"Your car was hit." Yakov reminded Sokov: "Give me the car keys and I'll arrange for someone to repair it for you."

"Thank you for your help." Sokov took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Yakov.

When he returned to the ward, Sokov saw that there was only one nurse there, so he asked with concern: "Comrade nurse, how is my wife? Is she awake?"

"Not yet, Comrade General." The nurse said to Sokov, "During the time you were away, the doctor came to check on me. He told me that your wife's vital signs are normal. If she's lucky, she'll wake up before dark today."

"What if we're unlucky? How long will it take to wake up?"

"That's hard to explain." After saying this, the nurse kindly reminded Sokov: "Comrade General, we are here to take care of your wife. You can go home first."

Confused by what the nurse said, Sokov asked, "Don't I need to stay here and keep the patient company?"

"That's not necessary at all, Comrade General." The nurse said, "All hospitalized patients are taken care of by nurses or caregivers. I have never heard of a patient's family staying with him. So you should go back first. It won't be too late to come visit your wife when the daily visiting time comes."

The nurse's words reminded Sokov of an incident that happened later. At that time, a little girl who shared a house with him had appendicitis in the middle of the night and rolled around in pain on the bed. Ding Rong quickly called 03 emergency number, and an ambulance arrived soon and sent the little girl to a nearby hospital.

After entering the hospital, a special nurse on duty came to receive the patient. After a checkup, the nurse told him that the girl's condition was serious and needed immediate surgery, and then arranged for someone to send the girl to the operating room. Sokov wanted to stay and take care of her, but the head nurse told him that there was no such thing as a bedside companion in the hospital, so he should go home first and come to the hospital to pick her up when the girl was discharged from the hospital.

I didn't expect that the hospital's rule of not requiring family members to stay with the patient had existed as early as the 1940s. Since the nurse didn't allow him to stay in the ward, Sokov didn't force him to stay. Instead, he gave the nurse a few more instructions and left the hospital.

After leaving the inpatient building, Sokov found that Yakov's car had disappeared without a trace. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, because there was no place to get a taxi here. If he wanted to go home, he could either find a car going the same way or walk back on his own two feet.

Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen. A car was about to leave the hospital. The driver saw Sokov standing in a daze in the parking lot and quickly drove the car to his side and asked politely: "Comrade General, where are you going?"

After Sokov told them where he lived, he asked tentatively: "Comrade driver, can you go there?" "Of course, Comrade General, of course you can go there." The driver answered readily.

"So, how much is the fare?"

"Look at what you said, Comrade General." The driver said with a smile, "I just sent you home smoothly. How can I ask you for money? Please get in the car quickly."

Seeing the driver so enthusiastic, Sokov didn't act pretentiously. He opened the passenger door and got in directly.

The driver was a talkative man. As the car was driving, he asked curiously, "Comrade General, what are you doing here? Are you seeing a doctor or visiting a patient?"

"Visiting the sick."

The driver looked at Sokov and said in surprise, "Comrade General, please forgive me for being frank. A senior commander like you must have a special car assigned to you even if you don't have a guard with you when you go out. But why don't I see your car?"

"I actually have a car," Sokov said with a wry smile. "I wanted to stay in the hospital with my wife, so I asked my friend who drove me here to go back. But soon after I returned to the ward, the nurse in charge asked me to go home, saying that the hospital did not allow family members to stay with patients."

"Comrade General!" The driver said with a smile, "The nurse is right. After the patient enters the hospital, there will naturally be medical staff or nurses to take care of him. Family members only need to visit the hospital during the designated visiting hours. Don't you even know such a rule?"

"I really didn't know." Sokov said dissemblingly, "Before the war, I had never been hospitalized. During the war, I was always at the front line. I really didn't know there was such a rule. This time I'm really enlightened."

"Comrade General, what disease does your wife have? Is it serious?" the driver continued to ask.

"She's not sick, she's in a car accident!" Sokov leaned his head back, leaned against the back of his chair and closed his eyes and said, "She was in a car accident yesterday. After more than ten hours of rescue, she was barely out of danger. But until now, she still hasn't woken up!"

"I'm sorry, Comrade General." The driver apologized after hearing this: "I didn't realize that it was your wife who had the accident. Please forgive my recklessness."

Sokov would never blame the driver who helped him for such a small matter. He waved his hand and said weakly, "I have been up all night and my eyes are almost closed. I will take a nap first. Please call me when we get to the destination. Thank you!"

Just when Sokov was half asleep, the car stopped and the driver gently shook Sokov's shoulders and kept shouting, "Comrade General, Comrade General!"

Sokov opened his eyes sleepily, glanced out the window, and found that the car had stopped at the gate of the compound. He said casually, "I'm here!"

"Yes, Comrade General, you have arrived." The driver nodded and said, "I wanted to take you directly in, but the guard at the door refused to open the gate for me."

Sokov knew very well that the security here was very strong. Even if he was sitting in the car, the driver was a stranger, and the guard at the door would not let him in easily. He pushed open the car door, thanked the driver, and walked towards the gate.

The guard at the door saw Sokov approaching and quickly raised his hand to salute. When Sokov passed by him, he politely asked, "Comrade General, how is your wife?"

"Thank you for your concern," Sokov nodded to the guard, "He is out of danger now."

As soon as he opened the door, the little black cat ran over and circled around Sokov, calling non-stop. Hearing the cat's call, Sokov remembered that it must be hungry. It had been hungry for two days. When he returned home yesterday, he fed it some dry bread and water. Then, when he learned that Asia had a car accident, he hurried out again, leaving the cat hungry at home. He hurried into the kitchen, took out the sausage from the refrigerator, cut a small plate, and put it in front of the cat.

Just as Sokov was watching the cat eating, the phone on the table rang and he hurried over to answer it.

My mother-in-law's voice came from the receiver. She asked politely, "Misha, I plan to go back to your place tomorrow. Can you come and pick me up?"

"I'm sorry!" Sokov was about to agree, but suddenly remembered that when he came back, he found that the damaged car was gone. It should be that Yakov arranged for someone to send it to the repair shop for repair. He quickly replied: "My car is broken, I can't pick you up."

The mother-in-law was somewhat disappointed when she heard what Sokov said, but she did not complain. She just said helplessly: "Then I will find a way to get there myself. By the way, Asia should be at home. Let her answer the phone. I called your family more than ten times today, but no one answered. I was worried that something happened to you."

"Your guess is correct." Sokov was still hesitating about how to tell the other party that Asia had a car accident, but when he heard the other party say this, he quickly said, "Asia unfortunately had a car accident on her way back yesterday."

"What, what did you say? Repeat it again."

"I said that Asiya was unfortunately involved in a car accident on her way back yesterday."

"Asia, and the baby in her belly, are they all okay?"

Sokov's mood had stabilized, but when he heard his mother-in-law asking about the baby in Asiya's belly, his nose couldn't help but feel sour: "Asiya was seriously injured in the car accident, and the baby was not saved."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of something heavy falling from the receiver, and then he heard Bakanidze shouting loudly beside him: "Old woman, what's wrong with you? Old woman, what's wrong with you?"

Not long after, Sokov heard Bakanidze's voice coming from the receiver. He asked sternly: "Misha, what did you say to my wife?"