Natasha Speroskina wants to continue living in Perm under the surname Kharkova, but her bankbook is marked with her true information.
There is a huge sum of more than 100,000 rubles in the bankbook, and her use of this money is also restricted by the authorities. She can withdraw up to 5,000 rubles a week, but as a student with full meals and school, there is really very little room for money, and there are many
It cost less than a kopeck a day.
Passbooks and various medals are extremely valuable things to me. Not only are they proof of honor, they themselves are real money!
They have been under the care of the Komsomol in Perm, under the sole responsibility of First Secretary Dokturov, and are kept in a safe in his office.
I'm afraid this is the safest way. Natasha knows very well that if Doctorov is greedy for money, the result will be death. Obviously, that man will not do this.
Doctorov must be coveting something. What he covets is definitely not the money of a hero, but the honor he can get. Helping the strongest female sniper in the league live a peaceful life in the city of Perm, he Doctorov
My husband must have contributed a lot.
For Natasha, buying a bicycle is very important to her, even though the long snowy winter is likely to arrive in two or three weeks.
The snow will eventually melt, and in spring and summer, if you have a bicycle, you can ride it around the city or go to the banks of the Kama River to see the scenery.
You can also go to stores farther away, especially to self-selected stores, where you should be able to buy some good things.
She wants to get a bicycle urgently, and she must first get money.
After lunch the next day, she went straight to the Lenin Communist Youth League building in Perm, where she met First Secretary Dokturov who was having a working lunch.
"Ah! It's classmate Speroskina. You should inform us in advance that you are coming."
Natasha was a little breathless: "Where are my things?"
"Medal? They are all in the safe, intact."
"Ah, that's good. Open it quickly, I want to get something."
Doctorov was a little surprised: "Did your identity be exposed in No. 1 Middle School?"
"Oh, no. I need some money. I want to buy something."
"Is it winter clothing? Although clothing stores sell them, the rest are generally expensive and no one cares about them. Hey, forget it, I shouldn't ask more, I'll unlock it for you right now."
Women, their passion for shopping is simply instinctive. This is what Doctorov thought. Even though this girl is only seventeen years old, she has a huge sum of one hundred thousand rubles in her hand and has the ability to spend a lot of money.
The safe was opened, Natasha couldn't help but touch all her medals, and finally took out her precious bankbook.
Doctorov, who was standing aside, ventured to ask: "If it's new clothes, don't worry, we can provide you with a new one."
"No, I want to buy a bicycle."
"Bicycle? That's easy. We can lend you one."
"Ah?" After hearing this, Natasha was tempted, and she went through a lot of trouble to get a bicycle. Thinking about it carefully, if she accepted their kindness, she would still be in debt.
Besides, as a hero of the Soviet Union, can I enjoy specialization with peace of mind?
She shook her head: "That's your public bicycle, right? I can't do anything special or corrupt. I can obviously buy my own. This can be considered a contribution to the country."
Doctorov knew that he had no right to interfere with what she wanted to buy. He still said kindly: "You are going to the bank to withdraw money. Your deposit is huge. I am worried that if you withdraw the money..."
"Are they gangsters? I heard that soldiers are hunting spies all over the city. Can I still meet gangsters at this time?"
"That's true. I'm still a little worried. Maybe I can send someone to accompany you."
"Thank you, I think it's not necessary. I am an ordinary person now, and I shouldn't be complacent just because I am a hero of the Soviet Union."
"No! Of course you can go by yourself. In what capacity are you going? Speroskina? Or Kharkova? Besides, your student ID card is Kharkova's identity and does not match the name on your bankbook. I
I’m very worried. When the time comes, you won’t be able to argue, or even..."
"What will happen?" Natasha asked eagerly.
"I'm afraid they will call the police. Oh, why don't I go with you personally? I can certify it to you as the first secretary of the Lenin Komsomol League in Perm, so it should be fine."
After thinking carefully about Doctoroff's explanation, Natasha felt that it made sense. Yes, unless she was covered in medals, brought her own major certificate, and compared it with her own photo with a stamp, that would prove her identity.
Natasha subconsciously gave a military salute: "Thank you then, thank you very much."
Doctorov smiled: "It's a pleasure to serve you. When do you decide to withdraw the money?"
"Just tomorrow at noon, I don't want to delay the class."
"Okay, I'll go to the nearest savings bank of your school in the afternoon and make an appointment with their supervisor. Listen, if you come to me at this time tomorrow, you'd better wear a gold star medal and your military ID. You
Your student ID card will be meaningless tomorrow. When you leave the campus, you are Speroskina and there is no need to hide it."
Natasha nodded and did not stay any longer on the grounds that she had classes in the afternoon.
She left, leaving Doctorov to think in secret.
"You don't want to be special? That's a good thing. But when you go to withdraw money with a passbook worth 100,000 rubles, it doesn't matter whether you want to be special or not! Those bank guys might even ask you to sign with a notebook!"
Doctorov could already imagine what kind of treatment Natasha would receive. After all, it was rare for ordinary savers in the Soviet Union in this time and space to have a thousand rubles in their bankbooks.
At noon the next day, Natasha hurriedly disappeared again after lunch. She informed Lyudmila of her decision, and after withdrawing the money, she chose the opportunity to buy a bicycle, even if it was expensive.
After returning the plate to the canteen, she hurried away without staying any longer.
"Oh, she insisted on buying a car, and she was really willing to do so." Anna was very puzzled.
"Maybe it's because she joined the shooting club? Many people in that club have bicycles, and they seem to have become standard equipment." Lyudmila said.
Anna stuck out her tongue: "I only have one at home. Hey, I will try to buy one after I work. I hope I can afford it then. Oh, by the way, if Kharkova buys it, we can borrow it."
For a moment. To be honest, having a car is really convenient."
Natasha was not opposed to sharing some of her things with her classmates. Now she left the campus as quickly as possible and quickly ran to Doctorov's office with her feet.
At this time, Dokturov, the first secretary of the Lenin Communist Youth League in Perm, was ready.
"Ah, dear Comrade Speroskina, put on your medal, we are about to set off."
Natasha didn't bother to take a few sips of water. She quickly changed out of her school uniform. Dressed in casual clothes, she hung a gold star medal on her body and covered it with a cold woolen coat. As for her important bankbook, she put it in her pocket.
Just yesterday, Dokturov had contacted the target's savings bank branch to facilitate a special depositor's withdrawal.
A special depositor? The first secretary of the Komsomol in Perm is actually responsible for it personally? Is this a problem with the funding of their organization?
However, if it is the withdrawal of organizational funds, shouldn't the Perm Head Office of the Savings Bank be responsible for the physical objects?
Alexandrov, the branch director of the savings bank near No. 1 Middle School, must take it seriously because he will personally receive this special depositor.
Special saver, who is here?
Before Alexandrov contacted Dokturov of the Communist Youth League, Ivanov, the branch director of the Perm Post Office, actually came to see him personally.
The two are old acquaintances, but they are not close friends. Their relationship is purely based on business contacts at work.
In recent days, a girl named Kharkova from the No. 1 Middle School may have come to withdraw a large amount of money to buy a bicycle. The old Ivanov wanted to pay attention to this matter, just to investigate the identity of the girl.
Alexandrov objected at first, but when old Ivanov mentioned that "that girl and my son are talking about friends," what else could Alexandrov, who was also a father, refuse?
He took note of this and asked the counter staff to pay attention to any students from No. 1 Middle School who came to withdraw money. However, any girl wearing school uniform who came to withdraw money must show her student ID card.
Maybe he was too serious, but when he received a call from Dokturov of the Communist Youth League, a bold idea came to his mind.
Could it be that the special client is Kharkova? If so, what is her background?
It can't be so strange, right?
Therefore, Alexandrov called Dokturov again at night to ask whether the customer was a boy or a girl.
"She is a woman."
This was Dokturov's answer, which also surprised Alexandrov. He believed his guess more and more, but he still chose to stand still.
The day after the agreed date was the day after, and the time to withdraw the money was also noon.
Alexandrov made two preparations. She was not the best Kharkova. If she really was, after finishing the business, he would call old Ivanov.
As for obtaining her detailed information, it would be enough to see her passbook, follow the information, and go to the savings bank's database to find the account holder's detailed information on the grounds of work.
Alexandrov knew that this was a small operation permitted by the system. It was not very ethical and was illegal. However, in order to enhance relations with his comrades at the post office, he felt that it was necessary to take risks.
At the appointed time, Alexandrov met Doctorov and a girl he brought with him. He paid special attention to this girl and was thinking about her true identity.
Speaking of Natasha today, she has now changed into the uniform of a member of the Communist Youth League, and the Gold Star Medal on her chest confirms her lofty status.
A big Venus was the most eye-catching. Alexandrov and his subordinates couldn't believe it for a moment. How could a young girl become a hero of the Soviet Union? There is actually such a person in Perm?
It was Doctorov who greeted me first: "Comrade, do you know who I am?"
"Yes, Comrade First Secretary of the Lenin Communist Youth League in Perm. So this respectable female comrade next to you is the special customer you mentioned?"
"Yes. Maybe you know her name from other sources. She is Speroskina, the heroic female sniper that "Pravda" has been promoting recently."
For ordinary people in the Soviet Union, reading newspapers has long been a pastime suitable for all ages, followed by movies.
Although mainstream Soviet media such as "Pravda" always spare no effort to publish a large number of policy articles, they also publish many interesting anecdotes.
During the war, various newspapers always published articles to encourage morale, publicizing the victories won by the Soviet army and introducing combat heroes.
Alexandrov couldn't believe it for a moment. He knew that there was a young heroine named Speroskina. Could it be that she was the one in front of him?
He suppressed the trembling of his body and asked tentatively: "Young lesbian, you..."
Natasha stood up unceremoniously and saluted with a military salute: "Yes, comrade. I am Major Speroskina, and I am here to handle business today."
In any case, what she wears on her chest must be the Gold Star Medal. Now, no fool would dare to pretend to be a hero, nor would it be possible to hang a piece of gold on her chest.
Alexandrov never expected that the situation would be like this. The girl from the No. 1 Middle School, Kharkova, whom old Ivanov asked him to pay attention to, was just a person whose name was only heard but not her real person. She was a legend.
Speroskina, she actually existed. In the recent issues of "Pravda" and "Red Star", they really did not make up heroes!
Alexandrov composed himself: "Then come with me, two comrades, and we will officially handle the business."
He invited the two of them to his office. Firstly, it was the courtesy of the bank to its distinguished customers, and secondly, he also wanted to get to know this legendary hero well. At least in the office, he confirmed once again that she was a hero.
But for Natasha, it was the first time in her life to enter a bank filled with the smell of ink.
Accompanied by Doctorov, she sat down quietly, facing the branch manager of the branch, Alexandrov, a middle-aged man in a gray suit with a shiny forehead in his fifties.
"Dear comrade, what can I do for you?" he asked.
Natasha calmly put her hand into her pocket. She had many documents in it, or because the smell of ink irritated her nose, she sneezed unexpectedly. The palm that she put into her pocket trembled, and she saw several documents.
, including the bankbook, were also shaken away.
She leaned down and picked up the document. This natural move was seen by Alexandrov with the naked eye.
Just a glance, and a signal of consternation hit the middle-aged man's mind.
"Oh, it's incredible. She actually has a student ID card from No. 1 Middle School?"
The cowhide student ID card opened when it touched the ground. Although it was quickly closed again, Alexandrov took a peek at the printed text in the name column. She could not see the details clearly, but she was aware of the name.
The length of the last name is not exaggerated.
Alexandrov became suspicious, but on the surface he remained extremely calm.
"Oh, dear comrade, you must not be nervous. If you are really nervous, we can go to the counter and handle business like ordinary people."
"No need." Natasha felt embarrassed, then handed over her military ID card and, of course, her bankbook.