red moscow

Chapter 2613

Rokossovsky helped Sokov sit down on the chair next to him and asked with concern: "Misha, are you okay?"

Sokov, who had recovered, smiled wryly and said, "Thank you, Comrade Marshal, I'm fine."

"Comrade Lieutenant," Zhukov said to Sabina, "You are the traffic police officer who handled the accident. Can you tell us in detail what you know?"

When Sabina first saw Sokov, he was stunned by the three gold stars on his shoulder straps. Then he saw Marshals Zhukov and Rokossovsky arrive one after another, and now even Comrade Malenkov showed up, and he was more certain that Sokov's identity was not simple.

He had been thinking about how to leave a deep impression on Sokov, which would be very helpful for his future. At this moment, when Zhukov asked him, he knew that this was his chance to show his ability, and he said with some emotion: "Comrade Marshal, the situation is like this. When we were on duty, we suddenly saw black smoke rising from the road in the distance, and one of my men also vaguely heard the movement. According to my experience, this should be a car accident.

Five of my men and I rode in two police cars and headed for the area where the black smoke was coming out. When we arrived, we found that a truck had collided with a jeep. The jeep was destroyed, the driver was dead, and the woman sitting in the back seat was seriously injured. The truck driver was also lying on the steering wheel, and seemed to have fainted.

I immediately ordered people to lift the injured woman and the truck driver out of the truck and give them emergency treatment. I also sent someone back to the traffic police station to call the hospital and ask them to send someone to transport the injured.

Just like that, after half an hour of waiting, two ambulances arrived. After a simple first aid, the truck driver woke up. The woman woke up for a short time before falling into a coma again. Fortunately, during the time she was awake, I learned her name and home phone number, and called General Sokov as she requested.

Sabina said to Sokov apologetically: "General Sokov, I didn't know your identity when I called you. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me and don't hold it against me."

Sokov seemed to have been drained of all his strength at this moment, and he had no strength to speak. After hearing what Sabina said to him, he could only shake his head slightly, indicating that he would not blame him for such a small matter.

But at this moment, Malenkov unexpectedly asked: "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, you've been a traffic policeman for eight years, so you must have a lot of work experience."

"Not that rich," Sabina said modestly, "I'm just familiar with my business."

"Since you are 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 said this, everyone fell silent. At first, everyone only thought about whether Asia, who was being rescued in the operating room, had a chance to survive, and did not consider other issues at all. After hearing what Malenkov said, everyone, including Zhukov and Rokossovsky, began to think seriously.

"Comrade Lieutenant, why don't you say anything?" Seeing Sabina was slow to speak, Malenkov became 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 investigation, and then replied: "This was a traffic accident. The main reason was that the truck driver was drunk and rushed directly into the opposite lane while driving, which led to the accident."

"Is that right?"

"Yes." Sabina, who believed in her professional skills, gave Malenkov an affirmative answer.

While the two were asking and answering each other, Sokov was also thinking about this question.

It was a premeditated murder, and he didn't even know when Asia would return to the city. If the mastermind knew about it, it would mean that both he and Asia had spies around each other, but this was obviously impossible.

The most likely possibility is that the driver was drunk and something went wrong during driving. More importantly, it was already late at night when the accident happened. Perhaps the driver could not see the road clearly and accidentally drove into the opposite lane and collided with the oncoming jeep.

"Misha," Yakov leaned close to Sokov's ear and whispered, "Have you told her parents about Asiya's car accident?"

"No." Sokov shook his head and said, "I won't tell the two old people the bad news before Asiya comes out of the operating room. I don't want them to worry."

"You're 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 we call her parents over, they can only stand outside the door and worry like us."

Sokov suddenly realized that in addition to himself and Yakov, there were also big shots like Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Malenkov guarding outside the operating room door, as well as the people they brought with them, filling the corridor.

He struggled to stand up and bowed to Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Malenkov. Then he said, "Three leaders, this is my personal matter. I dare not disturb you. Please go back and rest first."

"Asia hasn't come out yet, we are worried." But Zhukov waved his hand and said, "Koschka, you and Comrade Malenkov go back first. I will stay here with Misha and wait for the results of the operation."

"Look at what you said." Unexpectedly, Rokossovsky shook his head and said, "I am also very familiar with Asia. Now her life or death is uncertain in there. If you really ask me to go back, I will feel uneasy. So I plan to stay. It won't be too late to leave after Asia is out of danger."

Malenkov said nothing, but called the dean and left the corridor.

After Malenkov left, Zhukov asked Sokov: "Misha, tell me honestly, did you call Comrade Malenkov?"

"No, Comrade Marshal, it's really not me who called him." Sokov explained, "I don't even have his contact information, how could I call him?"

"So, there are people he arranged around you." Zhukov said, "Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why he got the news so quickly." "Comrade Marshal, but I don't have any guards around me. Where will he place his people?"

"I remember that there are sentries on duty at the gate of the compound where you live now, and there are also patrols inside the compound. Right?"

"That's right, Comrade Marshal." After hearing Zhukov's guess, Sokov suddenly had an idea in his mind: "You mean, among the guards at the door and the patrolling soldiers, there are people he has planted."

"Maybe he didn't plant them himself, but he has the authority to get decent intelligence directly from these people."

"Dear Georgy Konstantinovich!" Rokossovsky called Zhukov by his real name and father's name, and said carefully: "Do you think we should arrange some guards around Sokov? But after all, he is a general, and even a general, and he doesn't have any guards around him. How can this be considered?"

"It's not impossible for me to arrange guards for him. Major Vaseligov, who came back with him from Berlin, is still on standby. I can arrange him to be with Misha at any time." Zhukov said embarrassedly, "But Misha's place is too small, and the guards assigned to him can't accommodate him at all."

When it comes to the housing issue, Sokov immediately remembered the phone call from the city's housing authority, and quickly said, "Comrade Marshal, before Asia'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 live in the villa, there will be enough rooms to accommodate the guards."

"Oh, in a villa near your home?" Zhukov asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's what the other party told me."

"Georgy Konstantinovich," Rokossovsky spoke again, "During the Battle of Moscow, a large number of people were evacuated to other places, leaving many houses vacant. Although the war is over now, many houses are still empty. The original owners either stayed in the evacuation site and started a new life, or died in the war for various reasons. As a result, their houses have become ownerless vacant houses.

I think the housing management department may have found a lot of vacant houses after some cleaning, and then allocated them to people in need according to the relevant regulations of the superiors. And Misha is one of those who needs a more spacious house. "

"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhukov nodded and asked Sokov, "Misha, when does the housing authority ask you to move in?"

"They said they would visit us within ten working days and verify some information, and then we could move into our new home."

"Yes, I understand." Zhukov nodded and said, "After you move into your new home, Major Vaseligov and several guards will officially move into your new home and be responsible for protecting the safety of you and your family."

Sokov heard that there seemed to be something else in Zhukov's words, so he asked tentatively: "Comrade Marshal, do you also have doubts about this car accident?"

"Yes, I do have such doubts." Zhukov said with a serious expression: "Now it is New Year's Day, and there are very few cars on the road, but a car accident happened. Misha, do you think there is nothing wrong with it?"

Sokov glanced at Sabina who was standing not far away, and replied cautiously: "Comrade Marshal, the traffic police who inspected the scene have already said that this was a traffic accident, not a premeditated murder."

Nearly an hour had passed, but there was still no news from the operating room, and no nurses came out to ask for fresh blood. After such a long time, he still couldn't understand the latest progress of Asiya, which made Sokov feel inexplicably irritated.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

Sokov turned his head and saw that Malenkov, who should have left long ago, was now walking along the corridor towards the door of the operating room with the dean and seven or eight middle-aged men in white coats.

"Misha!" After coming closer, Malenkov pointed at the middle-aged men in white coats and said, "These are the experts we have found. They are the best experts in Moscow. With their assistance, I believe Asia will be out of danger soon."

After saying this, Malenkov said to the dean in the crowd: "Comrade dean, take them in immediately and make sure to save Comrade Asia from the hands of death!"

"Comrade Malenkov," the dean replied solemnly, "we will do our best."

After the dean led the group of experts who came to support him into the operating room, Zhukov asked Malenkov curiously: "Comrade Malenkov, it seems that you did not leave, but called these experts, right?"

"Comrade Marshal, you are right." Malenkov nodded and said, "Misha is a young general whom I respect very much. His wife is in danger of life or death in the operating room. As his leader and friend, I naturally cannot stand idly by. Fortunately, I am relatively familiar with the leaders of the medical system. I made two phone calls to them and they immediately sent so many experts. I believe in the professional skills of these experts. With their help, Comrade Asia will surely be able to escape 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 Asiya, I would like to express my gratitude to you! It is because of your generosity that she has the hope of survival."

Malenkov raised his hand and pulled Sokov's hand away from his forehead, and said earnestly: "Misha, Marshal Zhukov, Marshal Rokossovsky and I all regard you as our own son or nephew. You are in trouble, how can we, as 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 Asia as our juniors. Now we are staying here because we hope to see Asia out of danger with our own eyes."

Yakov, who was standing nearby, looked at Malenkov with strange eyes, wondering in his heart: "If Zhukov and Rokossovsky said this, I would believe it. But you, Malenkov, have only known Misha for a few days, but you are so enthusiastic. There must be something wrong."

Although Yakov was full of suspicion, in the current atmosphere, he could only choose to see through it but not speak out, and continue to remain silent. But he also made up his mind to have a good talk with Sokov when he found the right time.

When it was one o'clock in the morning, the lights 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.

Sokov was shocked to see these people, but out of concern for Asia, he quickly stepped forward and asked the doctor walking in front: "Comrade doctor, how is the situation?"