After Captain Kester finished speaking, he immediately called the sentry who had just led the way and said to him: "I said, go find a few people immediately, and be sure to stack the sandbags and fortifications in the shortest time."
Sokov smiled and nodded at Kester's decisive style, and then walked into the building with Anisimov.
As he walked through the corridor towards Kester's office, Sokov suddenly heard someone roaring in an office next to him: "Honestly, how many times have you done this?"
Sokov stopped and looked into the room. He saw two policemen wearing clothes sitting behind a long wooden table. In front of them, a middle-aged man in his forties stood with his head down.
"What's going on?" Sokov turned his head and asked Kester who was standing aside: "What did he do?"
"It's a thief who steals the rationing system." Kester looked at the man standing indoors and said gritting his teeth: "He stole an old lady's rationing certificate. Our police are interrogating him, and he has done something similar before."
If it is in peacetime, such thieves are usually arrested and imprisoned for a few days. However, during war, the nature of the thief ration certificate is very serious. Without the ration certificate, it is impossible to receive the food required every day, and the family can wait to starve to death. In a sense, such a thief is tantamount to a murderer.
Sokov stepped into the room. The two policemen sitting behind the table saw a colonel and his director come in, and quickly got up and salute.
"What did he recruit?" Kester asked coldly.
"Report to the Director," an older policeman replied: "This prisoner is very stubborn. He insists that he has not stole anything. He is not sure how the rationing certificate that others have lost appears in his pocket."
When Sokov heard the police say this, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart. Could it be that the other party was framed? Thinking of this, he walked up to the man and asked, "What's your name and where do you work?"
The middle-aged man saw clearly that the person who asked him was a young colonel. He seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and shouted at Sokov: "Comrade Colonel, I am wronged. I didn't steal other people's rationing certificates at all. At that time, I was queuing up. Suddenly, an old man in front was shouting that his rationing certificate had been stolen. When the police officers who maintained order nearby came to ask, he insisted that I had touched him before, and it must have been stolen..."
"Comrade Colonel," although the police did not know Sokov's identity, but when they saw that his director was respectful to him, they knew that this was a commander with a background. They quickly reported to him: "The police who maintained order at that time did not believe the old man's words, but for fairness, he searched several residents in front of the old man, and found the lost rationing certificate on this person and sent him here."
"What's your name and where do you work?" Sokov repeated his question again.
"My name is Avjeev, and I am a Ukrainian." The intermediary replied: "I am a worker in the soap factory. After our army recovered the city, I returned here with the comrades in the factory to resume production."
"Captain Kester, call the soap factory." Sokov said to Kester with a side face: "Ask them if there is a worker named Avjeev in the factory."
Kester agreed and turned around and walked out of the room.
"Don't worry, everything will be clear." After Kester left, Sokov said to Avdev: "If it is confirmed that it is not the rationing certificate you stole, we will let you go."
A few minutes later, Kester hurriedly walked in from outside and reported to Sokov: "Comrade Commander, I have learned that there is indeed a worker named Avdiev in the soap factory. He is a Ukrainian. After the Germans occupied Ukraine, he was a member of the guerrillas and fought guerrillas behind enemy lines. Not long ago, our army liberated Luhansk and he returned to the factory."
"What, have you ever been a guerrilla?" Sokov couldn't help frowning after hearing Kester's report. As far as he knew, the Ukrainian guerrillas during the Patriotic War were the most complex, some attacking the Germans, some attacking the Soviet army, and some attacking both sides. "Which guerrilla team are you in, and what is the name of the captain?"
"The Danniang Guerrillas, the captain is a female, named Danniang. Before the war, he was a teacher at a nearby school." Avjeev replied: "We have been moving near Lugansk, destroying the enemy's traffic and communication lines, attacking the enemy's sentries, and burning their warehouses..."
"Wait," Sokov interrupted Avdev without waiting for him to finish his words: "Where is your captain Danniang now?"
Avdiev lowered his head and said with red eyes: "In November last year, our camp was attacked by the Germans, and she unfortunately died in the battle. I was broken up and hid in the nearby village for several months. I didn't come back until I heard that our army had recovered Lugansk and the factory was moved back to the city."
What Avdiev said seemed quite logical, but Sokov's ears were full of flaws. He frowned and thought for a while, and then ordered Kester: "Comrade Captain, take someone to his residence to search to see if he could find something."
"Comrade Commander," Kester asked in surprise, "Do you suspect there will be more ration certificates in his home?"
"I don't know if there is a rationing certificate." Sokov looked at Avdiev and sneered, "But according to my speculation, if you search his residence, you will definitely find something unexpected."
In this way, Kester led several police officers to escort Avdiev to his residence, while Sokov and Anisimov followed closely with his guards.
When everyone came to the residential area near the soap factory, Sokov saw that half of the buildings here had been blown up, and almost all the workers and their families lived in houses that had not completely collapsed. However, there were many people and few houses, and there were many temporary simple tents on the nearby ruins.
Seeing Afjeev being escorted back by several police officers, a bearded man immediately ran over and asked Kester who was leading the team: "Comrade Captain, I am the deputy director of the factory. What happened to Afjeev?"
"He stole an old man's ration certificate at the place where he received the ration supplies. We came to search." Kester asked the deputy factory manager: "Where is his residence?"
The deputy factory director who was originally worried about Avjeev learned that his worker was arrested by the police for stealing the rationing certificate, and immediately showed a disgust expression on his face. He quickly said to Kester: "Comrade Captain, I know his residence, I will take you there."
Avdiev's residence was in a ruin. Several pieces of canvas were placed on a broken wall that had not yet collapsed, forming a simple room where people could live.
Kester turned around and ordered his men: "Search carefully to see if there is any rationing certificate inside that does not belong to him."
Standing not far away, Anisimov looked at the police officer searching in the ruins and asked Sokov curiously: "Comrade Commander, since you think he cannot be a thief who steals the rationing certificate, why do you still ask the police to search for his residence? What can the police find in his residence?"
"I don't know what exactly," Sokov replied, "but I always think something is wrong with this Avdiev, so I asked Kester to bring someone to search. Maybe there would be any surprises in his residence."
"Comrade Director," Sokov finished speaking, he heard a policeman shouting from the ruins: "There is a suitcase buried here."
"Dig it out." Kester ordered briefly.
Not long after, Sokov saw Kester running from the ruins with a suitcase in his arms. He came to Sokov, put the suitcase on the ground, and said excitedly: "Comrade Commander, look, what is this?" As he said that, he lifted the lid of the suitcase.
Looking at the radio station and the supporting antenna in the suitcase and the sending button, Sokov had nothing, after all, these things were already as expected. Anisimov said in surprise: "Oh my god, it's actually a radio station. Comrade Commander, so he was the one who sent the Germans last night?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But we will be able to figure it out soon." Sokov ordered Kester: "Captain, bring him back to the bureau. I think we can get the answers we want from him."
Avjeev, who was escorted by two policemen with their hands cut, was arguing desperately and shouting: "I'm wronged. This is not my thing. I don't know where this suitcase came out."
Standing aside and looking at the dumbfounded deputy factory director, he heard Avjeev's shout, immediately rushed over, slapped the other party hard, blocking his words back. The deputy factory director scolded fiercely: "I really didn't expect that you are a German spy, I want to kill you." After that, he waved his fists and greeted Avjeev.
Kester was afraid that the deputy factory director would destroy Afjeev, so he hurriedly ordered the police to pull him away. The deputy factory director who was pulled aside also shouted at Afjeev: "You damn German spy, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will definitely beat you to death."
"Comrade Commander," Anisimov said excitedly as he watched Avdev being taken away by the police, "I really didn't expect that the German spy hidden in the city would be caught so easily. I think we should go back and report to the general immediately."
Chapter completed!