East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Not long after, I discovered that the guards outside the white mansion had changed. At the same time, the mansion had undergone a major cleaning.

A team of soldiers in special uniforms walked in with various instruments, scanned every inch of the white mansion, and finally found two other bugs.

One was behind the hanger in Sonia's secretary's room, and the other was under the wooden floor of the pantry on the second floor.

From the beginning to the end, Julian didn't ask about this matter, and Sonia was busy up and down, jumping several times in anger, rubbing the slender fingers of the military cap, the knuckles turned white, and her pretty face was full of vicious expressions.

"Damn it! Sooner or later I'll make them pay!"

Under her command, the inspectors were all trembling, for fear of missing one, they didn't want to be caught and severely reprimanded by this powerful captain.

"These KGBs will only lower their proud heads here." Ansolov smiled happily: "I think someone will come to the door soon."

"Who?" I was stupid.

Ansolov blinked: "Colonel Yevgeny Petrovich Pitovranov, Director of the KGB Karlshorst Agency."

Listening to this super long string of names, I swallowed, yes, another big man.As soon as the words fell, this big man came in a hurry. I recognized this man as the man in a suit who had dinner with Julian at the "Rhine River".

He looks about 30 years old, looks very young, thin and tall, wearing a KGB uniform, the rank of colonel is very conspicuous.Under the Red Star military cap, a pair of slender eyes revealed a strange light.

He nodded to Sonia and walked to the second floor.

"Okay, we have to go to work." Ansolov handed me a broom: "Go to the yard, we have nothing to do here."

I took the broom and asked, "Ansorov, so he is the head of the KGB in East Germany?"

"Yes."

"Why did he come?"

Ansolov said angrily: "It is possible for someone to install bugs in the commander-in-chief's mansion, and his subordinates will stop doing it."

"He looks very young," I said. "What a formidable character."

I couldn't help feeling that the great Soviet Union was full of talented people, all of them were in high positions at such a young age. I clicked my tongue and suddenly realized that I didn't even know Julian's age.

"Is the general thirty years old?" I asked.

As soon as Julian was mentioned, Ansolov beamed with joy: "I just turned thirty!"

He was actually the same age as Sasha. I stood in the yard and looked towards the second floor. I remembered the first time I met him. He was seriously injured and fell in the trench. He was about 23 years old, and he was a captain at that time.

And in the past seven years, he was actually promoted from captain to lieutenant general.

It's unbelievable.

I squatted in the yard to clean up the weeds. The April sun poured down, and the fresh smell of green grass floated in the air. Looking up, I saw a blue sky.

Is the sky in East Berlin really full of eyes?

Who are they all looking at?

The question didn't bother me for too long, because it wasn't long before I got the answer.

You see, sometimes when you realize that something is wrong, there must be something wrong with it.

I always don’t understand why Catherine still weeps silently and is depressed after receiving Sasha’s tenderness. Until that day when I was resting by the window of the consultation room, I saw a group of crows hovering over the church of Gussamank, and my heart palpitations made me I couldn't help coughing.

Churches and crows, life and death.

A military truck hummed toward the church, and a group of secret police in Stasi uniforms jumped out from behind the truck. They rushed into the church with guns, and a group of shouting citizens were surrounded and driven out shortly afterwards.

They seemed to be swearing, but they would shut their mouths obediently when they were held at gunpoint.

At some point, Sasha appeared behind me, and I was startled.

"Do you know what happened there?" I asked Sasha.

Sasha walked to the window, the sunlight reflected on his beautiful face, he stretched out his hand, and curled his slender fingers slightly on the glass.

"I know." He said softly, smiling slightly, as gentle as ever.

"Can you tell me? Good Sasha."

He glanced at me, his eyes curled up: "Rhein, they are people who oppose the East German government..."

I was surprised: "Anti-East German government?"

"Yes, Rhine, specifically, they are anti-SED, they want to go back to the old luxury life..."

My eyes widened and I asked, "How do you know? Maybe, maybe they're just here to pray!"

Sasha smiled and reached out to stroke my head, but he didn't answer my question.At the time, I just thought it was because Sasha was smarter, but it wasn't until Stasi came to our clinic that I realized that it was not that simple.

That day, Catherine slipped off her nurse uniform and put on her Kashmir knit coat in silence, walked up to me, and gave me a hug.

"Rhein, you have to learn to be smart."

Sasha still looked at her with a smile, and Catherine walked over and hooked his neck, and kissed him together.

"Sasha, do you think I regret it?"

Sasha stretched out her hand and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye: "We can save lives, but we cannot save regrets."

Catherine smiled brightly, and tenderness was about to flow out of her eyes.She lifted her valuable sheepskin bag, stepped on expensive high-heeled shoes, and walked towards the secret police who stood at the door with a gloomy face.

Two burly Stasi raised her slender elbows, she turned her head and smiled at me, I froze in place, not knowing why.

Sasha put his arm around my shoulders and watched Catherine disappear down the stairs.After recovering, I looked at him.

"You're from the Soviet Union, aren't you?"

Sasha nodded and said, "I'm a Russian, honey, and I always have been."

Kopatsky, what a Russian surname, but I never took it to heart.Because in my heart it doesn't matter which country Sasha is from, what matters is that he is Sasha.

He only needs to have such an identity, which is enough for me.

I wisely refrained from asking how this had anything to do with Sasha, and the clinic was open as usual with more patients, but Sasha was out of the clinic for longer.The new head nurse, Miss Sage, said that Dr. Kopatsky had a lot of work to do.

"Like the medical school of the Humboldt University in Berlin, my dear Rhine, where he has his own experimental project."

When I got home, I went to Alan, who was studying hard for the exam in the room, and asked him if he knew that Sasha had his own experimental project in college.

"Doctors are more or less related to medical schools." Allen shrugged: "It's nothing surprising."

I think so too, the first time I saw Sasha was in the laboratory building of the medical school.

"But haven't you seen him?"

Allen said with a smile: "Students like me who often skip classes can't even meet the teacher a few times, and see him an off-campus doctor?"

He stood up and stretched his waist: "Did you say he is from the Soviet Union? I should have guessed that it is definitely not something ordinary people can do to open their own clinic at such a young age."

I was feeling a little bored, Allen hugged me and said with a smile: "My little Rhine, I'm exhausted after reading all day, do you want to have some fun?"

"I still don't want it. I have to go to Karlshorst tomorrow."

"It's crushing you there!" Allen poked me: "Hey, let me tell you, you haven't eaten meat for a long time."

I fucking rolled my eyes. I haven't even seen a few normal women this year.

Sonia, it is estimated that I will be disabled.Catherine, oh, that dainty bourgeois has gone to jail.

Seeing me sighing again and again, Allen said he would take me to a good place.I sneaked with him all the way to a speakeasy at the Humboldt University of Berlin and was surprised to find that such a place existed at the university.

"Of course the most enjoyable ones are the students!"

Allen ordered a cocktail and drank it with relish, and in front of us on a brightly lit circular stage, beauties in sexy bikinis were pole dancing.This kind of eclectic dance, paired with capitalistic music, is enough to send a whole room of us to 103 Ruthchester Avenue for a month.

I suddenly remembered the days when Misha and I went to watch strippers dance secretly. At that time, we always thought it would be exciting to do this kind of thing secretly.Seeing me sigh, Allen asked intimately, "Aren't you interested in women?"

He narrowed his eyes with a smirk, and his fiery red hair glowed enthusiastically in the light.

"You like men, Rhine. That Slavic beauty has taken your soul away."

I gave him a blank look, if only it was that simple.

Little Rhine's heart seems to have lost her way now, and she doesn't know where to go...

I suddenly became annoyed, and took a sip of vodka, why is it vodka, forget it, I like to drink vodka... I raised my head and closed my eyes.

I just feel like I'm going crazy.

We helped each other home drunk at night, and I put my arms around Alan and asked, "You said, liking someone is like sleeping with him?"

Allen hiccupped and smiled silly: "Just wanting to sleep with someone doesn't mean you love him, but if you love him, you must want to sleep with him."

"Hey, why do you use 'he'..."

"Hehehe, little Rhine, you used 'he' first, I can see that you like that Slavic beauty."

"But, but..." I muttered dissatisfiedly: "Now there are two Slavic beauties..."

Allen opened his eyes wide, then covered his stomach and laughed.

"I didn't expect you to be stronger than me, little Rhine, eat two at a time, and be careful not to burst your stomach...you ask your own heart..." He narrowed his sly eyes, and stretched out his index finger to poke my chest: "Ask it, who do you really like?"

I hiccupped and my heart throbbed.

We were staggering towards the house when we heard glass shattering behind us.As soon as I turned around, I was hit by a figure on the ground.

"Damn it hurts me to death!"

Allen and I struggled to stand up, trying to grab the man in front of us with the help of alcohol. When we pushed him to the ground, we found a familiar face during the struggle.

Andy.

His eyes were red, his face was full of panic and surprise, he held a package tightly in his arms, and there was a rush of footsteps and roars behind us.We realized what was going on right away, so we turned and dragged him into a dark alley next to the street.

Holding our breath, we saw a few figures flashing by from outside the street, cursing, and we were relieved until they disappeared.However, as soon as I stood firm, I was punched to the ground by Andy.

"Damn it! You still dare to appear in front of me, I will hit you every time I see you!" Andy hated me so much that he gritted his teeth, and Allen pulled him away with a smile.

"Okay, didn't we save you, Mr. Thief?"

Andy spat bitterly: "It's not because of him that I can do such a cheap thing? The boss is gone, we, we all..."

As he spoke, he began to sob and cry.

Oh, what a child.

I walked over tremblingly, picked up the package on the ground, and opened it to see that there were several dry bread inside.

"Are you so poor?" I asked in disbelief.

"Do you think everyone has your good luck? It's unlucky for us all to follow you!" Andy snatched the bread from me: "The damn secret police also went to investigate my parents and completely ruined their careers. Rhine, no work for us, no!"

"You mean the Stasi? They did it? Not the Soviets?"

"Forget it if you're stupid, who do you think supported the Stasi!"

"No, I mean, the Stasi got involved in this?"

"Of course!" Andy said angrily, "They know everything and are everywhere!"

After speaking, Andy glanced at Allen, and said angrily: "You are a good man, I advise you to stay away from him!"

Allen shrugged and said with a smile: "I like excitement, little Andy."

Andy gave me a deep gouging look, then looked around the street to leave.I froze on the spot, suddenly remembered something, took out all the money left in my and Alan's pockets, caught up with Andy and stuffed it all into his hands.

"Anyway, I won't let you live a hard life!"

Throwing down such a sentence, I grabbed Allen and ran towards home.

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PS: SED, refers to the Socialist Unity Party of Germany.In real history, this church was a secret meeting place for these people.103 Ruthchester Avenue, the headquarters of the Stasi.

In addition, when writing about the Cold War, it is indispensable to write about the so-called ideological disputes. This article involves real historical adaptations in this regard. Basically, the real events that can be found on Baidu Encyclopedia do not carry any subjective color of their own.