East Berlin's June Boat Song

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When I arrived in Karlshorst the next day with a swollen face, the guard at the post glanced at me and said in broken German, "We're late."

"Yeah, comrade, I was killed by vodka last night!"

The Soviet Red Army, who was already familiar with me, smiled and said, "You Germans can't do it, you can't do it."

I smirked twice, waved my hands, and walked towards the white mansion.

Sonia was stunned the first time she saw me: "You were beaten?" She came closer and smelled it, and she frowned: "You smell of alcohol! Does your face hurt?"

I touched my face and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's okay."

"Did you call back?"

"No."

Sonia raised her eyebrows contemptuously, and said, "Be like a man, little Rhine, remember to hit back when you get hit."

I smiled and said, "I'm a gentleman."

"I think you are a little bourgeois. Yevgeny will take you to Lubyanka sooner or later." Sonia was smoking a cigarette, her brown eyes sparkling.

I backed away in fright, and began to talk to her: "No, Comrade Dounechka, I am a great proletarian. No one loves labor more than me all year round. Look at my hands. It's full of cocoons!"

Sonia laughed at me, then stared at me meaningfully.

"But now you have to come with me, dear Rhine, this is the general's order."

My smile froze on my face.

"Go, where are you going?"

"St. Antony's Hospital, my dear, do you know where that is?"

Seeing my confused face, she smiled happily and said softly, "It's Lubyanka in East Germany, Rhine, where the KGB headquarters in Karlshorst is."

I thought my face should be as white as the snow in Siberia. I boarded a military jeep with Sonia in a daze, and drove along the wide road. After 15 minutes, a gray-white building appeared in front of me.

I've been working in Karlshorst for a year and I've never been here.Looking at the pale walls, the square building, and the densely packed windows, the atmosphere is inexplicably weird.

It was as if the breath of death seeped through those windows.

God!This is KGB territory!What is the KGB?The intelligence agency, which is [-] times more terrifying than the Stasi, is full of agents and spies. As long as they are willing, they can kill me in minutes without letting others know.

I remember that I don’t have any grudges with that Yevgeny. It can’t be because I went to the underground bar last night, no way, no way, the Stasi didn’t even come to arrest me. Is it such a serious crime?

Seeing me trembling with nervousness, Sonia smiled: "Okay, Little Rhine, that's what hospitals are like, the outside always looks scary."

"I, I, I'm not afraid of this..." Woohoo, I'm afraid of the KGB.

"Go, the general is inside, someone will show you to him."

"Ah? Why? General, General Wei, why are you inside?" I was at a loss for words.

Sonia looked at me lovingly and sighed with some melancholy.

At that time, I thought she was lamenting my timidity and cowardice, thinking that I was not a man.

It wasn't until years later, when I understood the true meaning of her sigh, that Sonia, my dear friend, loved me too.

As kind as she is, she can't bear to see a person step into the abyss.

But he inevitably stepped into the abyss.

Because he has no choice.

Rhein Müller, never had a choice.

I was taken to the third floor of the KGB headquarters. I kept my head down all the time, not daring to vent my breath. The oppressive atmosphere in the building made people sweat all over. I had to stare at the gray-white stairs and focus my eyes on my feet.

When they came to the door of the office at the deepest part of the corridor, the sergeant who led the way knocked on the door and said in German, "The general is inside."

I thanked him and pushed the door open.

Julian was standing in front of the window, facing me, the sun was about to overwhelm him, but his face melted into the lightless darkness.

"You came."

"General... General." I clenched my fists nervously: "Please, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Well, something is up." He took a few steps forward, and his face gradually became clear. "sit."

He pointed to a black leather sofa in front of him, and I walked over stiffly and sat down.He himself sat in a leather chair behind his desk.

He himself was half a head taller than me, and he was sitting on a high chair at the moment, while I, sunk in the low sofa, clenched my hands awkwardly.

This angle is like interrogating prisoners.

Is there anything you can't say in the mansion?Gray walls, gray table, black sofa, and a black door, the decoration of this office is almost driving the pace of death.

I swallowed, and was so nervous that I broke out in a cold sweat.

"You are hurt."

'Um……"

"Did you fight with someone else?"

"Hmm..." My head lowered.

"Did you win?"

"I lost."

There was a chuckle from him, and I looked up at him.He was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were dazed, he didn't know what he was thinking.Silence suddenly spread, and only the sound of our breathing could be heard in the silent office.

"I want you to join the Stasi."

Before I was relieved, he suddenly said such a sentence, which made me think that I had an auditory hallucination.

What?Tell me to join the Stasi?

What history, what tower, what west?

Who was called to join the Stasi?

That's a national civil service agency, can I join a gangster like me?

No, why should I be a terrible secret policeman...

"This... this..." I was incoherent, and finally took a deep breath and asked, "Why?"

He tilted his head slightly, lit a cigarette, stared at the burning cigarette butt, and said lightly, "Be my informant."

I was surprised again!

Has this person misunderstood me?Call it an informant if it sounds good, but a spy if it sounds bad!

And me, how can I have that ability?Killing, Yirong, wiretapping, everything.

Also, why did he place informants in the Stasilisk?Aren't they one of a kind?

It's so complicated that I'm running out of brains.

"Would you like it?" He took a drag on his cigarette and looked at me with no extra expression.

I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so I just shook my head: "I don't want to."

"Why?" He narrowed his blue eyes slightly, exuding a dangerous aura around him.

"I'm not suitable to be a secret police officer, General, I don't have the ability." I pursed my lips and mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes.

The corner of his mouth hooked: "But, I want you to go. Rhine, the point is, I want you to go."

Instantly a burst of anger rushed into my heart, I suppressed the anger and said respectfully: "But that was not my choice."

"What's your choice? Tell me."

"Doctor, I want to be a doctor. When I find Misha, I will go to medical school. Someone told me that they will sponsor me to study. General Azrael, I will become a doctor."

My tone became agitated, and I stared at him bitterly, vowing to defend the future for myself.

"Ah, that's right."

He pretended to be surprised, and let out a soft sound, with a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes, and I keenly caught a trace of evil in that smile.

Before I could guess the meaning of this smile, he stubbed out the cigarette, and a wisp of smoke rose up and disappeared.

"Did you say you would sponsor him to study?" He smiled and turned his head, looking towards the black door.

I instantly felt cold all over.

"Yes, I said so."

Familiar voice, familiar figure, oh God!Sasha came out, my Sasha, came out in the uniform of a KGB colonel.

There was a sense of being cheated, and it sent chills hissing through every pore of my being.

The eyes of the two people in front of me fell on me, as if carrying an irresistible weight, I stiffened involuntarily and shivered.

"Little Rhine, are you scared?"

Sasha came up to me and cupped my face.

He finally held my face, in KGB uniform, in front of Julian.

"Do you still know me?"

"Sasha..." I burst into tears: "You are the KGB... Oh, Sasha..."

"Yes, little Rhine, I have always been."

He gently wiped away my tears, the touch of his fingertips was as delicate as silk, so it was this feeling, being touched by him, it was this feeling.

He still smiled as warmly as the spring sun, and even the serious military uniform became softer.Sasha is the KGB, a terrible agent and spy, I suddenly remembered something, I grabbed his hand and asked him excitedly:

"What about your doctor's identity? Is it fake?"

He gently broke away from my hand: "It's also true, Rhine, a KGB has many identities, and each identity is true."

I suddenly felt very sad, I realized that I like Sasha, I like him a lot, I like him as a doctor, but when he is a KGB, oh God, what should I do!

Sasha, what should I do!

I stared at him without moving my eyes. I just wanted to get his initial warmth, so I asked without thinking, completely forgetting that Julian was still there.

"What about your kindness to me? How about your tenderness to me? Are those also true?"

Sasha stroked my head: "It's all true, dear Rhine, it's all true."

"But...but did you take the initiative? Or..."

Sasha's smile faltered slightly, and his eyes flickered: "A senior KGB officer would not have such a close relationship with the Germans, Rhine, you have to understand, you have to..."

He took a deep breath, as if it was difficult for him to say it: "This is my mission, an order from General Azrael, he entrusted me to take good care of you, you were sick at that time It's heavy, heavier than you think..."

"No!" I patted his hand away: "That's fake!"

I started to cry, Sasha's kindness to me was all fake!Everything is fake!

I stood up, grabbed Sasha's shoulders, and cried, "I thought you were really good to me, I, I... I almost... I almost... oh, no!"

Sasha obviously didn't expect my reaction to be so intense, he still calmed me patiently: "I am sincere, Rhine, even if it is a mission, I am sincere, General Azrael also cares about you, he cares more than anyone else you."

General Azrael, General Azrael.

Colonel Kopaczky, Colonel Kopaczky.

"God! You are all demons!" I took a step back and looked at Julian who had been silent for a long time: "You deliberately lured me to kill you. You clearly knew my plan, but you deliberately let me carry it out, and then let Misha took the blame for me and tied me by my side..."

"And you!" I looked at Sasha: "You gave me a dream I shouldn't have, and then destroyed him with your own hands! God! Why are you treating me so cruelly!"

Julian was still silent, looking at me expressionlessly, Sasha's pale lips moved silently, squeezed out a stiff smile and walked towards me, stretching out his hands in delusion to continue to comfort me: "Little Rhine, be good, don't get excited, we It's all for your own good."

I shook my head, stepped back, and looked into his eyes: "So I ask you, do you want me to join the Stasi too?"

Sasha's footsteps stopped, and his expression became cold after a while, just like Julian.

"Yes, Rhine, I want you to join the Stasi." He looked at me deeply: "Believe me, you want to join the Stasi."

Tears poured down uncontrollably, I don't know how much Sasha regretted this moment many years later, and I don't know what shocking waves are turning up in Julian's heart at this moment under the calm appearance.

I just feel dizzy and can't tell the truth from the fake.

Perhaps, there is no truth at all.