She is just seventeen years old, and it is rare for young people to join the organization at this age.
She is really a soldier. How can an ordinary girl without rigorous training stand as straight as a telegraph pole?
She must also be a soldier, otherwise how could she carry a huge linen bag?
Dokturov, the first secretary of the Lenin Komsomol League in Perm, who is in his early thirties, received a special order directly from the Kremlin a few days ago. For a moment, he was flattered and thought he was going to be promoted.
Then, the First Secretary of the All-Soviet Lenin Communist Youth League, the People's Commissar of Internal Affairs, and even the Women's Commissar of the Soviet Union, and people from all walks of life sent telegrams.
All the telegrams have one important thing in common: the heroic sniper Speroskina is coming, and local personnel are ordered to prepare for the response.
The actual situation is that all parties hope that the response work will be kept low-key, so Stalin specifically mentioned this in the telegram.
Dokturov didn’t have to worry about many things. The leader’s telegram clearly listed what to do. He really didn’t have to worry. The leader also sent messages to the mayor of Perm, the first secretary, and the students of the city’s No. 1 Middle School.
The principal's academic affairs office issued an order.
The young Speroskina was truly a hero, and Stalin admired this legendary girl very much.
Stalin was a smart man. He intended to publicize this girl's deeds, and he must not disturb her hard-won peaceful life.
Stalin specially instructed Perm in the telegram to make a set of plans. For Dokturov, he only had to follow the rules.
At this time, Dokturov gently looked at the young girl. She stood still in a military posture. For a moment, the scene was extremely inconsistent, as if he was a senior officer.
"Okay! Dear Comrade Speroskina, this is not a battlefield, and I am not a soldier. You should just act like an ordinary student and don't have to tense up." Doctorov said with a smile.
"As ordered! Comrade First Secretary!"
"Ouch! You girl! You..." Doctorov slapped his forehead hard and broke into an embarrassing smile.
He calmed down and simply assumed a superior posture: "Listen to the order! Take a rest! Go and sit on the sofa over there."
It was only then that Natasha's stiff body moved and she sat down on the soft sofa obediently, but she still remained serious.
"Sigh... It seems that you have always been demanding of yourself as a soldier, even when you are here, even when you are about to go to school." Doctorov didn't know whether he should admire her, or just cover his mouth and snicker like everyone else.
Everyone present is cadres of the same organization. The young female league members they know are always full of youth and vitality, just like the Soviet construction road that is as prosperous.
She sat quietly for the time being while Doctorov quickly completed the task handover.
Representatives of the Lenin Communist Youth League in Perm and Moscow shook hands and signed another document. In this way, the work of Sergeyev and his colleagues who accompanied Natasha on her trip finally came to an end.
"Comrade Sergeyev, you have worked hard on your journey."
"Don't worry, this is our mission."
"Next, Speroskina's files will be transferred to us. Don't worry, we will complete our task." After saying that, Doctorov glanced at Natasha who was sitting quietly and couldn't help but sigh.
A sigh: "It seems that heroes are different. Maybe all heroes are deep."
"That's not the case. She is a soldier and a veteran who has experienced countless tragic battles. Believe me, if you have experienced such a battle, you will also become profound."
Hearing this, Doctorov took a deep breath, looked at his comrade's serious face, and stopped asking any more questions.
The scene was quiet for a while, and it was time to seize the time to solve Speroskina's problem.
As for Natasha, under her serious appearance, she really listened to what the big brothers were talking about.
Natasha was actually praising herself as a real soldier and different from ordinary girls. Natasha was really happy.
Doctorov moved a stool to the quiet girl and sat directly in front of her.
"You'd better not be too nervous, and you don't have to sit like a soldier anymore. You act like an ordinary young girl, so I won't find it too strange."
What is the sitting and standing posture that an average girl should have? When the first secretary mentioned it, Natasha actually forgot about it for a moment.
Yes! Since I joined the militia in August last year, I have received military education since then. This little body has experienced the most rigorous military training and the craziest battles.
The mind has not been eroded by the war, but the body has adapted to the needs of war. In a sense, a girl's soul resides in a very beautiful war machine.
Perhaps Brunhilt in Norse mythology can best describe her current state.
"Haha, you just need to relax. Dear comrade, can you laugh?"
"Smile? Of course." Natasha grinned slightly, and her body relaxed slightly. Her smile was so beautiful and moving. You must know that Doctorov has not been married until now because of work, and now he sees the legend
The heroine's smile pierced her heart like a sharp sword.
That was not a simple sweet feeling! At this moment, Doctorov felt absolutely reliable.
What kind of reliability is it? If you are fighting on the battlefield and have such a comrade beside you, then the enemy will probably bear terrible damage unilaterally.
"Very well, respected Comrade Speroskina, let me explain to you the order for you..."
Now, what Dokturov announced was actually an order issued by Stalin himself.
Natasha got off the train in the morning, and then arrived at the Communist Youth League branch building in Perm without stopping. Here she first completed her reporting work, had lunch and took a rest. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, she went to Perm again
Report from Mu City No. 1 Middle School.
As for tonight, Natasha will stay in the school dormitory!
Natasha had long been mentally prepared for living on campus at night. She had always been very used to living on campus, but after more than a year of crazy experience, her first worry was her schoolwork.
Has your ability fallen too far?
Thirty days ago, I was still trekking long distances with heavy luggage on my back, waiting for an opportunity to blow the enemy's head during encounters.
Thirty days later, I was in an absolutely safe environment, sitting in class and continuing to read.
Can you adapt? How can you adapt immediately?
Even so, you must adapt! Everything is for a better future.
Doctorov talked for a long time. After finishing his words, he asked cautiously: "You...did you understand everything?"
"I understand. Thank you for doing this for me. I think I will adapt to school life smoothly."
"I hope so. Since you are very clear, let me emphasize again that you only need to study quietly in school. You are indeed a hero, but the organization does not want you to be too public. Dear comrade, we only hope that you
Live like an ordinary tenth grader, just like I saw you today, and try to keep a low profile."
"I will."
"Very good. Next, please take out all your medals." As soon as he said this, Doctorov immediately saw the girl's slightly frowning brow.
He quickly added, "Maybe this makes it difficult for you. You don't have to worry at all. They are your precious treasures. We are keeping them under the orders of the leader, and we will keep them tightly. Look at that."
Doctorov pointed casually, and Natasha looked sideways. There was a safe there.
"Your medal is locked there. If you want to come and take a look, you are always welcome here."
Natasha nodded, of course she didn't want to be separated from her "Big Venus". Since it was Stalin's order, she had no choice but to carry it out.
In fact, for the people in the room, everyone has always been curious about the legendary hero Speroskina. She is about to show off her medal, and the curiosity drives everyone to come over.
Each wooden box was taken out from the linen bag and placed neatly on the sofa.
They were opened and displayed one by one, and the boxes contained all medals and certificates.
The Order of the Red Banner, the Order of the Patriotic War First Class, the Partisan Order First Class, the Meritorious Service Medal (received after arriving in Moscow), and the most important Order of the Gold Star.
"Ah! You... you are a great hero!"
Doctorov couldn't help but sigh. After seeing these medals, he could not imagine what Speroskina, who was visiting today, had experienced in the past year. Everything was so amazing.
The wooden boxes containing the medals were all closed, and Dokturov felt that they weighed a thousand pounds while holding them. He was ordered by his superiors to keep these medals, so in front of Natasha, he removed all the "heavy" wooden boxes.
Put it in an empty safe.
After that, he made a special promise: "From now on, that safe will only store your medals. I will be the first custodian, and I will ensure that they are foolproof."
"Um...thank you." Natasha nodded lightly.
"There's one more thing next."
"Well, it's about my new name."
"Yes. I think you should know that the country has been promoting fighting heroes, and your name has long been included in the list of propaganda. Pravda has published a report about you. You see, I have long known that there is a war hero.
Peloskina’s battle hero. But this name is so eye-catching. Your enemy-killing record is already the first in the league. Oh! This is unbelievable. I can’t even imagine now that it was you who accomplished this record.
I think anyone who sees you in person doesn’t quite believe it. So, when they learn that you are Speroskina, they are afraid that they will chase you and ask..."
"So, I won't tire of it?" Natasha said quickly.
"Ah, since you understand, I'll just tell you."
"Okay, you say."
"You will go to No. 1 Middle School under a new name, which is a kind of protection for you."
"Yes, I can understand. I guess I am not a public person, and I support such a decision. Now I just want to know what my new identity is."
"Oh, please wait a moment."
Soon, Dokturov brought a printed document, which contained a new identity that Stalin ordered the powerful Ministry of Internal Affairs to compile for Natasha.
Natasha held the document and looked at it carefully. As she looked at it, she couldn't help laughing.
"Ahaha, I'm obviously from the country, but I directly became a citizen of Moscow. It's really strange."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to laugh out loud." Doctorov was used to the girl's quiet and serious look. "I didn't expect that your innocent side is just buried deep in your heart."
Realizing that she had lost her temper, Natasha became serious again: "I quite like this new identity. Tver District, maybe in the future after I finish college, I can settle down with my husband in Tver District."
"You think very far." Doctorov heard her mention a particularly offensive word, "You have a bright future, but you just don't know that outstanding young man can win your heart."
"You don't have to worry about this." The girl said without changing her expression. He, Docturov, was not a fool. Even though this girl had experienced hundreds of battles, she still followed the army headquarters as soon as she entered the room and treated people, talking about important events in life.
At that time, no girl was shy. She was so easy-going when talking about this issue, so she must have already found someone she likes.
"Well, it's my new last name that I don't like."
"Oh? You don't like it?"
"Yes. You and other comrades hope that I can maintain my identity as much as possible, but the document requires that my last name is Sperova. Will this... make people think of my true identity? Besides, as long as you pay attention to the newspapers, many people
You can still see my true face."
"That's true. I compiled this surname. If you don't like it, we can change it immediately."
"Is it still too late?" Natasha looked up and asked.
"Of course, your original student registration file has been lost in the war, and we will make a new one for you. Besides, you were ordered to use a pseudonym when you went to school in Perm, so there is a lot of maneuverability here. After all, it is yours.
New identity, just like this, you can think of a new last name for yourself."
"Is it really okay?" For a moment, Natasha felt as if she was seeing a treasure, her big emerald green eyes shining brightly.
"Of course, I hope you don't come up with weird words."
"It's not surprising. I have decided that my new last name is Kharkova."
Her decisiveness surprised Doctorov and others.
"Kharkova, when used as a masculine suffix, is Kharkiv. Do you have a soft spot for that Ukrainian city? Or is it for some other reason?"
"Hehe." Natasha smiled shyly, "You don't need to ask more about this."
"Okay, I won't ask any more questions, as long as you like it."
Indeed, Dokturov basically understood that she chose the surname "Kharkova" because the boy she admired had the surname "Kharkov".
Dokturov made a few strokes and wrote "Kharkova" on the document.
"Very well, Comrade Kharkova, since you have chosen this surname, let's get into the status quo now."
"OK."
"Your report is basically over now. It will be lunch time soon. After lunch, you can take a nap in the lounge. At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will personally escort you to No. 1 Middle School. You don't have to worry about anything.
What other daily necessities do you need? We will try our best to provide them for you.”
"Well...it should be nothing. If...if you can, just give me a bottle of ink."
"Ink? With all due respect, do you have a pen?"
"Of course!" When it came to pens, Natasha was also proud of it. She quickly reached into her pocket again, quickly took out a pen, and said proudly, "This was given to me by General Berekov.
How about it?"
"It's actually a Parker pen." Doctorov recognized the product and knew that it was a high-end pen. "It seems that the general admires you very much. Is the watch you are wearing also given to him by the general?"
"Of course, it's a beautiful mechanical watch. You know, as a soldier, a watch is really important."
"Alas! I never seriously thought that you still have these equipment." Doctorov shrugged, "It's good that your new identity is a girl from the Tver district of Moscow. The residents there are slightly wealthier. You have
These things all make sense.”
"Yes. I don't want you to confiscate my watch and stuff it into the safe again." After saying that, the girl smiled playfully. This playful smile also made Doctorov confirm that her girlish heart was really just being manipulated.
It was just suppressed by the harsh life in the battlefield.
He didn't ask much about the pen and watch. Fortunately, he didn't ask much and didn't keep the Vacheron Constantin watch on his behalf.
Because, when the back cover of a mechanical watch is opened, "Made China" and the number 2015 are printed on the back of the cover in capital letters.
Yes, this thing is actually a knockoff, and Yang Mingzhi was deceived in that dimension~ Of course, it is fake but not shoddy.