Natasha missed all her afternoon classes, and her teacher didn't blame her.
But Natasha was still unhappy, even though she was left by her teacher Brodsky to study in the evening for the math class she missed in the afternoon.
"I know you went to the bank in the afternoon, what happened to you there?" Brodsky asked, looking at the girl who was busy writing exercises.
"Yes, there is something."
"Tell me, maybe I can help you."
"Really?" Natasha suddenly raised her head, her piercing eyes shining brightly: "It's still about the bicycle. You should know about it. Many people told me that in Perm,
Several bicycle shops are always out of stock, and even if I have money, it is difficult to buy them."
"this……"
Brovsky didn't know how to answer this matter. As for the shortage of goods in state-owned stores, no matter before or after the war, there seemed to be no shortage of any kind of goods there, so that queuing up to buy things was a normal thing.
He pursed his lips and said, "How about this? I'll lend you my old bicycle."
"You...no! This is inappropriate."
"Nothing inappropriate, Comrade Speroskina."
"No! I am Kharkova at school. Teacher, can you lend me your car? Are you willing to walk to school?"
"I can apply for a faculty dormitory. Besides, the snowy winter is coming soon, and we don't have many opportunities to use bicycles."
"Forget it." Natasha sighed, "I withdrew a huge amount of money, and I think it's more affordable to buy an expensive winter coat."
"That's your choice. I'm sorry, teacher, I can't give you connections in the bicycle shop. But..." Brodsky shrugged, "You can ask Jill."
"Jill? It's him again!"
"What? You two..." Brovsky noticed something, but he still said: "You may not know Gil's father. Maybe that person can help you buy a bicycle."
"Eh? Why?"
"He can figure out when the store will have it in stock!"
Brovsky's words completely awakened Natasha. This was indeed the case. If an insider knew about the city's logistics supply, she would be able to get the goods first, and even get the goods before they are sold to outsiders.
This method can be called gray. If he must get a brand new bicycle, it seems that he must resort to this method and have to ask Jill in person.
After some thought, she decided to go to Jill in person the next day to discuss the matter.
Unexpectedly, it was on this night that Gil's father, Old Ivanov, basically figured out the details about Natasha, a fact that shocked him.
Things start again with the departure of Natasha and Doctorov.
After the two left, the bank branch manager named Alexandrov immediately called the old Ivanov who was on duty at the post office.
A phone call came from the bank. When old Ivanov picked up the phone, he knew that things were almost done.
"Your investigation is so fast, Comrade Alexandrov."
"Yes!" On the phone, branch manager Ya Shi suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried his best to stay calm: "I already know the situation of the girl you asked me to investigate. She is Kharkova, but she is not.
"
"Oh? What's going on?"
"Have you seen the recent Pravda? It introduced the young female sniper again..."
"What?! It really is..."
There was no need to say anything more. Halfway through what the other party had said, old Ivanov decided that his judgment was completely correct. He answered tremblingly: "Could it be that, as a girl, it's... Speroskina?"
"That's her. Comrade, I never thought that your beloved son would be friends with her? What should I say? Congratulations to you."
"Is this a matter of congratulations?" Old Ivanov forced a smile in his anxiety: "He is a hero, but my son is a childish fool. He has no patriotic heart, but..."
"But you can't deny that he is pursuing a hero of the Soviet Union. What a courageous man he is!"
"Forget it! My son doesn't know the true identity of that girl at all. I'm still curious! A person who can run five thousand meters quickly and can easily hit distant targets on the shooting range can do these things. How can she be unknown? Someone? Comrade Alexandrov, are you still busy after get off work? If possible, we can have a good interview."
"Okay! I will provide you with some more details."
Jill, who lives in the school dormitory, has gone to bed, and so has Natasha.
Late at night, on the pretext of working overtime, old Ivanov claimed to have "discussed in detail with comrades from the bank" in his office. In fact, it was two middle-aged men talking to Spey, who had never seen him before.
Roskina commented.
She is really beautiful, she is really confident, she really has money in her bankbook, she is really a tenth grade student at No. 1 Middle School, and the name on her student ID card is indeed marked as Khalkova...
Alexandrov confessed everything he knew to old Ivanov.
When the two of them put it together, they still felt that this matter was strange. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that when the hero came to Perm, she really just wanted to go to school, not as the "ambassador" of the alliance, and she just wanted to run to the United States now.
Visiting female sniper Pavlyuchenko.
The two of them concluded that the country intended to protect her. Old Ivanov couldn't help but think about it. Young men and women always fall in love when they get together. His son likes her, but is he worthy of her? God knows what to expect from Spey.
What kind of glorious future does Roskina have, and a young boy still wants to get someone's love?
Old Ivanov felt that his son was just a toad who wanted to eat the meat of a swan. If the two people really had feelings for each other, things wouldn't be so bad. No one would like to do such a straightforward thing as beating a mandarin duck.
It's a pity that Aiko never said that "Kharkova" confessed her love to him. Maybe they really just have a simple relationship as classmates?
Is it because my beloved son pays too much attention to this relationship?
Love is addictive, and the love that sprouts during the war is even more precious. But he doesn’t know who to love, but he prefers Speroskina, whose pseudonym is "Kharkova"?
After learning the truth, old Ivanov gave up all his thoughts.
He had already contacted the manager of a state-owned bicycle shop in the city with extremely high speed and found out the latest delivery time.
He loved his son and was happy to inquire about this matter for him.
Now it's better, things have another meaning. He is a celebrity who has been introduced in several consecutive issues of "Pravda". The article fully introduces the tragic death of the girl's family, as well as her strength to fight back and become a hero in the difficult situation. The girl's
The encounter resonated with the thoughts of countless people in the Soviet Union. It was an honor for old Ivanov to do something for this young hero.
Old Ivanov no longer expected his son to have any further development with this hero, but as a patriot, he felt obliged to help the poor and respectable girl.
He drank a few glasses of vodka with Alexandrov and sent him to the door of the post office building. After returning to the office, old Ivanov wrote a letter quickly and asked the postman to deliver it to Perm early tomorrow morning.
The mailroom of No. 1 Middle School.
The content of the letter is very simple. Old Ivanov did not take the initiative to reveal Natasha's real surname at all, and still called Natasha Kharkova. He was speaking on behalf of his son Gil, and the core of the letter had only one meaning: according to the letter's
Just follow the requirements and you can successfully buy a bicycle.
It's a new day, and it's still cold. The whole world is covered in haze, or large-scale snowfall will begin in a few days.
Even so, Natasha's desire for bicycles has not diminished.
She was mentally prepared to have a good chat with Gil and ask him to take care of her own affairs.
She knew that if she wanted anything from him, Gil would be delighted. No matter how difficult it was, Gil would definitely help him get it.
Since she is a dormitory student, Natasha goes to class very early every day.
Today's situation was a bit special. When she returned to her seat, she found a letter on the table.
Someone who arrived earlier told her that the head teacher came earlier for the purpose of delivering this letter.
"Brovsky? A letter? Who gave it to me? Could it be..."
Natasha was very excited. Wouldn't it be beautiful if this was a letter from General Berekov?
She sat down nervously and took a closer look, only to find that the sender was actually the post office.
If you look carefully at the label, you will see that the letter was sent by a person named Ivanov from the Perm post office.
A strange feeling floated in her mind. Although the surname "Ivanov" was very common in the Soviet Union, what about now?
Natasha instinctively felt that this matter had nothing to do with Gil Ivanov.
She opened the letter nervously, and the result was just like her so-called woman's intuition.
The sender is the director of a branch of the Perm Post Office, his surname is Ivanov. The core meaning of the letter is only one: follow the instructions on the letter, and you can buy a bicycle.
These signs fully indicate that this person is none other than Jill's father.
Realizing this situation, Natasha's face turned red with embarrassment even though it was relatively cold in the classroom.
After a while, her mood recovered, and Jill came into work after having breakfast.
Explain this to him now? No! I want to calm down.
It wasn't until the ten o'clock break in the morning that Natasha finally found a "pen" greaser and asked Jill out.
Natasha led Jill mysteriously to a corner on the top floor before stopping.
"The pen? Is it broken? If there is anything, we can solve it in class."
"You..." Natasha's face was tense, and her shy and anxious look was really beautiful.
"What's going on?"
"Jill, you are really good at mobilizing the masses!" Natasha's tone was full of displeasure.
"What? Mobilize the masses? I...I am the squad leader. If anything happens, I will definitely mobilize the classmates..."
"Don't pretend to be stupid!" Natasha said sternly, then took out the letter and the envelope from her pocket, "Classmate Jill, you shouldn't have started your father too, right? I want to buy a bicycle, but
I am not yet old enough to need the help of your father's privilege."
Jill was confused and at a loss for a moment.
He took the letter from Natasha and looked carefully, and saw that it clearly read "Roadmap Plan to Buy a Bicycle." Whoever wrote this letter, the signature on the letter was indeed his father.
"Wait! Are you questioning this letter? I did tell my father about the bicycle, but I don't know what happened today!"
"You really don't know?" Natasha stretched her neck and still looked questioning, "Did our relationship develop so fast?"
"you……"
"I didn't plead with your father, and I didn't plead with you. Why are you so concerned about it? It's a little... a little too much."
Natasha, is she really angry now?
No! She felt a little moved towards Jill's family in her heart, but she had to maintain her principles.
It would be best if this Jill kept a distance from herself and the two of them really just had a simple relationship as classmates.
"Natasha...I...did I do something wrong?" Jill asked doubtfully.
"No, you did a good job." Caught in conflict, Natasha stamped her feet and said reluctantly: "Anyway, I still want to thank your father. Thank you. To be honest, no one has said anything to me since arriving in Perm.
He is so concerned about his personal affairs. The intensity of his concern is like..."
"What does it look like?" Jill asked.
"It's like...my family."
When Natasha said the word "family", she could no longer suppress her tears. The tears made her eyes more beautiful, and the girl who cried so much also inspired the boy's protective desire.
Gil understood a clue. As the squad leader, he subconsciously approached the crying girl, wanting to give her even a hint of comfort. He knew that this girl had close relatives who died in the war, and she was indeed alone in Perm.
.
Speaking of why Dad wrote to Natasha on a whim, the content of the letter was too gentle. Dad had never been so gentle when talking to him. Could it be that he was so fond of this Natasha?!
Jill approached and wanted to comfort her with a few words, but unexpectedly the girl took two steps back.
Natasha gently pushed away Jill's outstretched hand, quickly wiped away her tears, tried to wake up her nose, and tried to act as if nothing had happened.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
"It doesn't matter. It's a good thing for you to cry because you feel bitter. After all, you are a woman. If you cry sometimes, no one will laugh at you."
"you……"
To be honest, with the tenderness Jill showed at this time, Natasha felt that quite a few girls would fall for her on the spot. Those girls could do it, but she would never be able to.
Natasha calmed down and continued: "I want to thank your father. Your father said that many bicycle shops will supply the goods next Tuesday. It seems that this is my last chance this year. I must take leave to buy bicycles."
Jill nodded: "Natasha, the letter said it very clearly. Because of my father's relationship with the bicycle store marked by my father, I know the store manager. I decided to help you, and I should help you to the end."
"Thank you. But if you do this, you will also have to take leave next Tuesday. Is this appropriate?"
"There is nothing inappropriate." Jill waved her hand confidently, "My academic performance will not fall behind because of missing half a day of class. Besides, I am an outstanding young man who intends to join the army, and you have served as a militiaman and fought in the war.
Right? I will still need some help from you in the future?"
"You...you want something from me?" Natasha asked in surprise.
"That's right! You have to give me some pointers on military skills when we train in the shooting club from now on."
"Okay." Natasha nodded, showing a long-lost smile.