"This time, can you accept my interview?" Varrasa found Shulka early the next morning.
It was still the same office as last time, with a simple desk, walls cracked by shells, and oil paper stuck to the windows... It was originally glass, but because the glass might be broken into pieces or even become injurious shrapnel during the bombing, so
Most of the glass in Moscow was knocked out and replaced with oil paper, and the canvas was even nailed shut with wooden boards.
"Of course, Comrade Major!" Shulka replied.
Valrasa held a document in her hand, which should contain some information or questions she wanted to ask.
But after thinking about it, Varrasa put down the document, looked at Shulka and said: "You are very brave, Comrade Shulka!"
"Tula?" Shulka laughed: "You know, I have no choice, so I can't talk about being brave!"
"No, I'm talking about Brest!" Varlasha said: "And the Pripyat Swamp, Kiev..."
"They also have no choice!" Shulka was not surprised by this. As a reporter for an official newspaper, Varrasa had many channels to learn about this.
"I know you have no choice!" Valratha said: "But others also have no choice, but they did not escape or even defeat the enemy as successfully as you. I want to know the reason!"
"what reason?"
"The reason why you can do this!"
"No, they have no reason!" Shulka suddenly felt that this interview was starting to feel like an interrogation again.
"Of course there is a reason!" Valrasa said: "Who gave you these ideas, wisdom, and the courage to defeat the enemy..."
"It's survival, Comrade Major!"
"What do you think of when you are most in danger?"
"It's alive!" Shulka replied: "You may not be satisfied with this answer, Comrade Major. But...we just want to live more!"
After being stunned for a moment, Varrasa nodded and replied: "No, Comrade Shulka, I am very satisfied with this answer!"
"You wouldn't write that, would you?"
"certainly!"
"If there are no other questions..."
Varrasha nodded and indicated that Shulka could leave.
"About what happened yesterday..." Varrasha added when Shulka was about to leave: "I just thought of my father, don't take it to heart..."
"What happened yesterday?" Shulka was confused for a while, and then he remembered what the actor said.
If Varrasa had not mentioned Shulka, she would have almost forgotten it.
But now, Shulka suddenly felt...the actor didn't lie.
So Shulka sat back again.
Varrasa looked at Shulka with confusion and asked: "What's wrong, Second Lieutenant, did you remember something again?"
"No, Major!" Shulka said, "Can you tell me about your father?"
At that moment, Varrasha's eyes changed several times in an instant, ranging from panic, anger, fear, sadness... Several times, Shulka thought that Varrasha would stand up, scold him and order Shulka to leave.
But in the end, Varrasa calmed down, took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, skillfully took out one and lit it for herself, and then handed another one to Shulka.
Shulka felt that Varrasa in front of him seemed to be a different person. She was completely gone from the previous seriousness, strength and indifference. At this time, she was like a frightened bird, frightened and hesitant.
.
"You look a bit like him, Comrade Shulka!" Valrasa took a long breath of smoke and finally plucked up the courage to say: "Be smart, be brave, and most importantly tell the truth. This is why he was sent to the battlefield and
The reason for being responsible for a defeat..."
Shulka seemed to understand something.
She and Shulka have one thing in common, that is, they both want to survive.
Shulka did what he had to do to survive, and so did Varratha.
She disguised herself as someone else and suppressed the pain in her heart. She had no one to talk to until she met Shulka.
As a result, the identities of Shulka and Varrasha seemed to have been reversed, with Varratha telling Shulka to listen and guide.
Until the sound of gathering came from outside the office.
"I must go, Varrasha!" said Shulka.
Varrasa nodded, and then when Shulka stood up, she pulled her back: "You must come back!"
"Yes, of course!" Shulka replied.
Sometimes Shulka doesn't even know if this can be called love. What Valrasa needs is probably just a kind of sustenance, someone she can confide in, and a sense of security.
But this is not important, because this is war, especially the ongoing battle to defend Moscow... No one knows whether they will still be alive in a few days, even Varrasha is no exception.
"Get in the car!" Amid the urging, Shulka followed the team and climbed into the car. Looking back, Varrasa was standing silently in front of the office, uprightly giving a military salute in his direction.
She seemed to have returned to her previous indifference and arrogance, but Shulka saw something different in her eyes.
"Comrade Company Commander!" the actor said, "I can guarantee..."
"Shut your mouth, Okunev!" Shulka said: "If you don't want me to kick you out of the car!"
"Yes, Comrade Company Commander!"
The car quickly drove out of the military camp, and then Sulka faced empty streets and cold buildings.
After a long silence, the veteran asked: "Where are we going?"
"I don't know, it looks like the direction of the train station!"
"I thought we would march like last time!" said the thief, "that way we can at least rest for a few days!"
Shulka turned his attention to the instructor.
The thief was right, this was a good opportunity for the 333rd Regiment to publicize... they had just won a great victory, blocking three German divisions with one regiment, and destroying one hundred German divisions with more than twenty tanks.
With multiple tanks, this result is exciting enough even if it is not exaggerated.
But as soon as they arrived, they were put into a car and transported to the train station.
"I don't know either, Comrade Shulka!" the instructor said, "The original plan was indeed like this, but the superiors changed their minds temporarily!"
"Then we are going to the battlefield again!" The actor opened his mouth and yawned: "If I had known, I should have had a good sleep last night..."
"Didn't you have a good sleep last night?" the instructor asked.
Only then did the actor realize that he had let something slip, and quickly changed his words: "No, comrade instructor, I slept very well last night."
The instructor seemed to see something and said: "It doesn't matter. If you don't sleep well, if you die under the enemy's gun... you can have a good sleep!"