"Why do we have to wait until we have time to talk?" Kopalova asked puzzledly: "Don't we 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, 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 is a screenwriter on the film crew, and of the other four, two are the crew's stenographers and two are scribes."
"What are they doing in your room?" Kopalova said teasingly: "You don't want to write a memoir, do 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."
After hearing what Sokov said, Kopalova stared at him intently, as if there was something interesting on his face. Sokov felt a little embarrassed by her, and thought it was my charm that attracted her.
She, she can't even bear to look away? The next moment, she will definitely praise me greatly.
"You said you were writing a book, which might then be adapted into a movie script?" Kopalova asked, "Misha, am I right?"
"Yes, it is indeed the case." Sokov said proudly.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Kopalova burst into laughter, which not only made Sokov laugh, but also attracted the attention of the waitress who was chatting at the counter.
"Kopalova, why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?"
"Misha, you are so funny, you actually made such a joke with me. Others don't understand you, but I still don't understand you?"
Sokov became more and more confused and didn't know what happened, so he asked cautiously: "Kopalova, I don't understand what you mean."
"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
Without time, how could you, a person with poor writing skills, write any novels?"
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 ghostwrite his compositions when he was studying.
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, 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, read 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."
Just when Kopalova was about to agree to Sokov's proposal, a young man walked in from the outside. As soon as he entered, he said to Kopalova: "Kopalova, you are here as expected. We
Every time you come to Vladimir, you will sit in this cafe.”
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?"
"Basha, let me introduce you." Kopalova took Sokov's arm, pressed her face against hers, and said shyly: "This is my fiancé Misha."
"Hello, Misha!" Hearing that Kopalova actually said that Sokov was her fiancé, the man named Basha turned pale, but out of courtesy, 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."
"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.
"
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."
"So, the troops you command were the first to rush into Berlin!"
Sokov heard that Basha's tone was full of gunpowder, which might be specifically aimed at his "love rival". He turned his head 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.
Sokov shook his head with a wry smile 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 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 didn't want to continue to tangle with such a narrow-minded person, so he said bluntly: "My surname is Sokov, and I served successively as the 27th and 27th Army Corps.
The position of commander of the 53rd Army Group."
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 actually
He offended 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 tell me, that was General Sokov just now?”
"Didn't I tell you when you came in?" Kopalova said impatiently.
"But you mentioned a nickname and didn't 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 for me to put in a good word for you, but there is a condition."
"Don't say it's just one condition, even if it's 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 would be if he offended a general. If the other party really wanted to deal with him, let alone a small reporter, even if he was the editor-in-chief, I'm afraid
The end would not be better. After a brief thought, 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. 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 come in, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Sokov's arm, and said 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, I'm afraid he would have stayed in the coffee shop long ago, reminiscing with Kopalova, and there was no need to stay with a group of big men. See you now.
When Werner asked, 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
Sokov's vision went far beyond his imagination.
According to Werner's idea, the male protagonist Warrant Officer Vaskov and five female soldiers ambush the Germans in advance. The fate that awaits the two German soldiers is either to be shot dead or captured. But he did not
When I thought about it, the plot took a big turn here. The enemies in Vaskov and the female soldier's field of vision appeared, not two people, but sixteen people. For a time, Vaskov and the others, who originally had the advantage in strength and terrain,
, and are 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 had never been on the battlefield,
But it can also be seen 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 up 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, and just nodded, agreed to his request, and then said to Grust: "Grudit, please re-record everything Agni recorded.
