Rokossovsky helped Sokov sit down on the chair next to him and asked with concern: "Misha, are you okay?"
Sokov, who had regained his composure, replied with a wry smile: "Thank you, Comrade Marshal, I'm fine."
"Comrade Lieutenant," Zhukov said to Sabina at this time: "You are the traffic policeman who handled the accident. Can you tell us in detail what you know about the situation?"
When Sabina first saw Sokov, she was stunned by the three gold stars on his shoulder straps. Then she saw two marshals, Zhukov and Rokossovsky, arriving one after another. At this moment, even Comrade Malenkov appeared.
, he was even more certain that Sokov's identity was not simple.
He has been thinking about how to leave a deep impression on Sokov, which will be very helpful for his future prospects. At this moment, when Zhukov asked himself, knowing that this was his opportunity to perform, he couldn't help but say with some emotion
: "Comrade Marshal, the situation is like this. While we were on duty, we suddenly saw black smoke rising from the road in the distance, and one of my men vaguely heard the movement. According to my experience, this should happen
Got into a car accident.
Five of my subordinates and I took two police cars and headed towards the area where black smoke was coming from. When we arrived at the place, we found that a truck had collided with a jeep. The jeep was crashed and the driver was dead.
The woman sitting in the back seat was also seriously injured. The truck driver was also lying on the steering wheel and seemed to have fainted.
I quickly ordered people to carry the injured woman and the truck driver out of the car for emergency treatment. I also sent people back to the traffic police station, called the hospital, and asked them to send people to transport the injured.
Just like that, after half an hour of waiting, two ambulances arrived. After the truck driver provided simple first aid, he woke up. The woman only woke up briefly and fell into a coma again. Fortunately, she was awake now.
After a while, I learned her name and home phone number, and followed her request and called General Sokov."
Having said this, Sabina apologized and said to Sokov: "General Sokov, when I called you, I didn't know your identity. If there is any offense, please forgive me."
Don't argue with me."
At this moment, Sokov's whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and he had no strength to speak at all. When he heard what Sabina said to him, he could only shake his head slightly, saying that he would not blame him for such a trivial matter.
But at this moment, Malenkov asked unexpectedly: "Comrade Lieutenant, how many years have you been working as a traffic policeman?"
"Eight years, Comrade Malenkov, I have been a traffic policeman for eight years."
"Well, I have been a traffic policeman for eight years, so I must have a lot of work experience."
"It's not that rich," Sabina said modestly, "I'm just familiar with my business."
"Since you are very familiar with your business, please tell me." Malenkov looked at Sabina and asked: "Comrade Lieutenant, do you think this is an ordinary traffic accident or a deliberate murder?"
As soon as Malenkov's words came out, everyone fell silent. At first, everyone only thought about whether Asya, who was being rescued in the operating room, had any hope of surviving, and did not consider other issues at all. When they heard Malenkov say this,
Everyone, including Zhukov and Rokossovsky, began to think seriously.
"Comrade Lieutenant, why don't you speak?" Seeing Sabina's delay in speaking, Malenkov became a little impatient and began to urge: "Does it take so long to think about an answer?"
"Comrade Malenkov." Sabina carefully recalled the results of the on-site survey, and then replied: "This was a traffic accident. The main reason was that the truck driver was drunk and rushed directly into the truck while driving.
into the opposite lane, causing the accident."
"is that so?"
"Yes." Sabina, who believed in her professional skills, gave Malenkov a positive answer.
While the two were asking and answering questions, Sokov was also thinking about the issue.
It was said to be a premeditated murder. He didn't even know when Asiya would return to the city. If the person in charge knew about it, it meant that both he and Asiya had spies from the other side, but this was obviously
It's impossible.
The most likely reason is that the driver was drunk and something went wrong while driving. More importantly, when the accident happened, it was already very late, and the driver might not be able to see the road clearly, so he accidentally crossed into the opposite lane.
and collided with an oncoming jeep.
"Misha," Yakov leaned close to Sokov's ear and whispered, "Have you told Asiya's parents about her car accident?"
"No." Sokov shook his head and said, "I will not tell these two old people the bad news before Asya comes out of the operating room. I don't want them to worry."
"Your consideration is right." Yakov agreed with Sokov's idea. He glanced at the closed door of the operating room and continued: "Before Asiya comes out, even if she calls her parents
If you come here, you can only stand outside the door and worry like us."
Sokov suddenly discovered that besides himself and Yakov, there were also big figures like Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Malenkov, as well as the people they brought, who were guarding the door of the operating room.
It was packed.
He quickly struggled to stand up, bowed to Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Malenkov, and then said: "Three leaders, this is my personal private matter and I dare not disturb you. Please go back first.
have a rest."
"Asya hasn't come out yet, so we are worried." But Zhukov waved his hand and said, "Koschka, you and Comrade Malenkov should go back first. I will accompany Misha here to wait for the results of the operation."
"Look what you said." Unexpectedly, Rokossovsky shook his head and said: "I am also very familiar with Asya. Now her life or death is uncertain inside. If you really let me go back, I will not feel at ease.
, so I plan to stay, and it won’t be too late to leave after Asiya is out of danger.”
Malenkov did not speak, but called the dean and left the corridor.
After Malenkov left, Zhukov asked Sokov: "Misha, tell me honestly, was it you who called Comrade Malenkov?"
"No, Comrade Marshal, I really didn't call him here." Sokov explained: "I don't even have his contact information, how could I call him?"
"So, there are people arranged by him beside you." Zhukov said: "Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he could get the news so quickly."
"Comrade Marshal, there are no guards around me. Where will he place his people?"
"I remember that in the compound where you live now, there are sentries on duty at the door, and there are also patrols in the compound. Right?"
"That's right, Comrade Marshal." Hearing Zhukov's guess, Sokov suddenly had an idea in his mind: "You are saying that among the guards and patrolling soldiers at the door, there are personnel he has placed."
"Maybe he didn't set it up himself, but he has the authority to get decent information directly from these people."
"Dear Georgy Konstantinovich!" Rokossovsky called Zhukov's real name and father's name, and said cautiously: "Look, should you arrange some people around Sokov?"
Guard? But after all, he is a general, and he is also an admiral. There is not a single guard around him. What is going on? "
"It's not impossible for me to arrange a security force for him. Major Vaserigov, who came back from Berlin with him, is still on standby at this moment. I can arrange him to be with Misha at any time." Zhukov said awkwardly.
: "But the place where Misha lives is too small, and the guards assigned to him can't even stay there."
As soon as he mentioned the problem of the house, Sokov immediately remembered the call he received from the city's housing authority, and said quickly: "Comrade Marshal, before Asiya's car accident, I had contacted the city's housing authority.
.They told me that there are some vacant villas near my home and they plan to allocate one of them to me. If I move into the villa, there will be enough rooms to accommodate security personnel."
"Oh, a villa near your home?" Zhukov asked in surprise.
"Yes, that's what the other party told me."
"Georgy Konstantinovich," Rokossovsky said again: "As early as during the Defense War of Moscow, due to the large number of people being evacuated to other places, many houses in the city were vacant.
Now, although the war is over, many houses are still empty. The original homeowners either stayed at the evacuation sites and started their new lives; or they died for various reasons during the war. In this way,
Their houses became empty houses without owners.
I think the housing management department may have found a large number of vacant houses after some cleaning, and then allocated them to those in need according to the relevant regulations of the superiors. And Misha is one of those who need a more spacious house."
"Oh, that's it." Zhukov nodded after hearing this, and then asked Sokov: "Misha, when does the housing management department require you to move in?"
"They said they would visit us within ten working days and verify some things before we can move to our new home."
"Yes, I understand." Zhukov nodded and said, "After you move into your new home, Major Vaserigov and a few guard soldiers will be able to officially move into your new home and be responsible for protecting you and your family's safety.
"
Sokov heard that there seemed to be something in Zhukov's words, so he asked tentatively: "Comrade Marshal, do you also have doubts about this car accident?"
"Yes, I do have such suspicions." Zhukov said with a serious expression: "It is the New Year period. There are already very few vehicles on the road, but a car accident happened. Misha, do you think there is no problem?
"
Sokov glanced at Sabina, who was standing not far away, and replied cautiously: "Comrade Marshal, the traffic police who investigated the scene have already said that this was a traffic accident, not a long-planned murder."
Nearly an hour passed, but there was still no news from the operating room, and no more nurses came out to ask for fresh blood. After such a long time, there was still no way to understand Asiya's recent progress, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Sokov's mood became inexplicably irritable.
At this moment, rapid footsteps came from the corridor.
Sokov turned to look and saw that Malenkov, who should have left long ago, was walking along the corridor towards the door of the operating room with the dean and seven or eight middle-aged people in white coats.
"Misha!" After coming closer, Malenkov said to the middle-aged men in white coats: "These are the experts we found. They are the best experts in Moscow. With their help,
, I believe Asiya will be out of danger soon."
After saying this, Malenkov said to the dean in the crowd: "Comrade dean, take them in immediately, and be sure to snatch Comrade Asiya back from the hands of death!"
"Comrade Malenkov," the dean replied seriously, "we will do our best."
After the director entered the operating room with the supporting experts, Zhukov curiously asked Malenkov: "Comrade Malenkov, you didn't leave the relationship, but called these experts, right?"
"Comrade Marshal, you are right." Malenkov nodded and said: "Misha is a young general whom I value very much. His wife is in limbo in the operating room. As his leader and friend, naturally, I
We can't just sit back and watch. Fortunately, I'm relatively familiar with the leaders of the medical system. I made two phone calls to them and so many experts were immediately dispatched. I believe in the professional skills of these experts, and with their help, Comrade Asiya will be able to
Escaped from danger smoothly."
Sokov stood up, raised his hand to salute Malenkov, and said with tears of gratitude: "Comrade Malenkov, thank you! On behalf of my wife Asya, I would like to express my gratitude to you! It is precisely because of your generosity that she
There is hope of survival.”
Malenkov raised his hand and pulled Sokov's hand from his forehead, and said earnestly: "Misha, Marshal Zhukov and Marshal Rokossovsky and I regard you as our nephew. You have encountered difficulties.
, how can we, the elders, stand by and watch."
"Malenkov is right." As soon as Malenkov finished speaking, Zhukov added: "The reason why we have to stay here is because we have regarded you and Asiya as our juniors. Now we are staying here
Here, I just hope to see Asia out of danger with my own eyes."
Yakov, who was standing next to him, looked at Malenkov with strange eyes and felt a little puzzled: "If it was Zhukov and Rokossovsky who said this, I would believe it. But you, Malenkov and Misha, only know each other."
He has been so enthusiastic for a few days, so there must be something wrong with him."
Although Yakov's heart was full of suspicion, in the current atmosphere, he could only choose to see through it without saying anything and continue to remain silent. But he also made up his mind to wait for the right time to have a good relationship with Sokov
Talk about this matter.
When the time came to one o'clock in the morning, the light at the door of the operating room finally went out.
The door opened, and a group of doctors and nurses with tired faces walked out.
Seeing the appearance of these people, Sokov couldn't help being surprised, but out of concern for Asiya, he quickly stepped forward and asked the doctor who was walking at the front: "Comrade doctor, how is the situation?"
