Steel Soviet Union

I watched my boy rush to pursue and courteous to other girls as soon as he saw them. Like most boys of this age, he has an extremely strong desire and endless motivation for love. ◆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 Search for 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦Read◆

I had the honor to witness how Nikolai was avoided by the girl and refused to see him. He stood on the side of the road with a look of despair. Within two minutes, Alsim, who rushed over, grabbed his collar and pulled him back to practice hard. .

Malashenko, who couldn't help but sigh in his heart, immediately spoke.

"Do you think Nikolai will succeed in the end? I feel that this girl named Natasha will most likely not accept him."

"Uh, this"

Karachev, who understood what was going on, thought for a moment, adjusted his glasses out of his own professional characteristics and replied immediately.

"From a psychological point of view, I guess Nikolai may have some Oedipus complex, which is related to his growing environment. After all, he did lack the company of his father for a long time, Comrade Marshal."

"But I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing. As far as I know, Nikolai is a very self-reliant and self-disciplined child. He should know what he is doing and should be able to face his feelings."

"I think us elders should not get too involved in children's emotional affairs, Comrade Marshal. It is better to observe and observe first, maybe it will develop in a good direction. If there is a problem, it is not too late to make a decision later. Parents are too early Intervening would probably be counterproductive.”

Malashenko, who had the same idea as Karachev, thought for a moment after hearing this, but after a while he nodded in approval.

Although this kind of thing seems too coincidental. Nikolay, who looks most like him, met a girl of the same age who looked very much like his mother. It looked like Malashenko and Natalya when they were young. It’s the same replica of love.

But after thinking about it, Malashenko began to think that this might not be such a bad thing, let alone bizarre.

If we really want to say bizarre, is there anything more bizarre than being inexplicably thrown into this otherworldly timeline from the future?

Forget it, it just depends on whether my stupid son can catch the girl. Judging from the current situation, it's really a bit uncertain. If you shave your head and choose a hot one, there is no chance. Let's wait and see what happens next.

After seeing that my boy's condition was fine, and with Alsim "personally taking care of him", I felt even more relieved.

Malashenko, who did not plan to inspect the exposure, walked around and looked at various situations. After finding that everything was normal and there was nothing special or unqualified, he left immediately. He didn't alert anyone as he had come, and he didn't let anyone here know that Nikolai's marshal father had come to see his son.

After inspecting the Omsk factory, he personally went to the factory workshop to give on-site instructions and technical guidance.

Malashenko continued to chair the factory leadership meeting, studied the work plan and production arrangements for the next stage, and put forward several targeted opinions and suggestions. Then he visited the comrades workers and had random exchanges, fully listened to the opinions of the grassroots, and answered the questions that the comrades were concerned about one by one on the spot.

After finishing this task, Malashenko immediately got up and returned, without staying too long.

The next trip is to go to the Komsomolsk-on-Amur factory in the Far East to inspect the construction of the project prototype of the new twin-engine heavy fighter.

This is also one of the major military projects that Malashenko focuses on. It will be crucial to the future development of the Air Force and Navy's shore-based aviation. In the future, it will even have an impact on the further development of Navy aircraft carrier-based aircraft.

The initial plan was to rush directly to Malashenko, but soon encountered other variables.

Moscow sent news that foreign guests were visiting and asked Malashenko to return as soon as possible to attend the welcome ceremony and reception banquet.

Diplomatic matters were beyond his control, and Malashenko, whose schedule could not accommodate them in advance, had no choice but to temporarily change his itinerary and return to Moscow. After a night's rest at home, he prepared to attend the welcome reception the next day.

Malashenko, who felt everything was normal when he hurriedly fell asleep at home, did not expect that when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer the familiar ceiling in his bedroom, but a scene that seemed familiar but perhaps had not been seen for a long time. .

"How long has it been since we last saw each other, Malashenko, no, I should call you Lin Jie, do you remember?"

""

Of course Malashenko would never forget this dreamlike white world, but it had indeed been a long time since he had seen it, and he even thought he would never see such a scene again until his death.

"You said you wouldn't show up again, so why did you break your promise?"

Malashenko still doesn't know what this guy is who can change his face at will and turn into anyone he is familiar with. He is not even sure whether this guy is a "human".

"I did say that, but after seeing the trajectory of the second half of your life, I changed my mind."

"I think you should at least say thank you to me. For example, I can let you relive your memories from a long time ago and once again truly see the person you miss so much in your heart, just like now."

""

He looked at the "unknown creature" in front of him who pretended to be a political commissar and was talking to him with a smile.

There was no joy or joy in his heart, and there was even a flash of anger in Malashenko's heart. However, he knew clearly that anger was completely useless for such an occasion, so he just continued to speak calmly.

"Don't you think it's a bit too much nonsense? What on earth do you want to do? There must be some purpose for showing up again after so many years. Don't tell me you're just here to reminisce and chat."

"Well, very good, very good! You are still the same Malashenko you were before, and you are still as outspoken as before. I like people like you who "do not forget your original intention."

"As for what you're doing, are you interested in reading the script in advance?"

""

Malashenko, who seemed to be able to guess something, frowned.

If ordinary people said this, they would be regarded as crazy and stupid by Malashenko, but the guy in front of him really seemed to be a bit "don't believe it".

"What if I say no?"

"Then refuse, what else can I do to you? It's just a dream, I can kill you in your dream, and make your wife wake up the next day and face a corpse lying next to her, so scared Shout? It’s impossible, don’t think too much, just look.”

"Also, I'm very curious about your reaction after watching it, and what choices and changes you will make."

""

The tentative question received an expected answer, and Malashenko, who had no intention of truly refusing, nodded in agreement.

Soon, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the "comrade political commissar" who appeared in front of Malashenko in the posture he had during the Great Patriotic War replied.

"Very well, I will take you to a future that may no longer exist and see what happened at that time."