East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Rhein Müller, senior investigator of the Stasi Counterintelligence Intelligence Reconnaissance Department, codenamed: "River".

Rivers... what taste?

When I asked Julian, he just smiled lightly, with blue waves in his eyes.

"I like rivers, the Rhine, the Volga, I like them all."

He sat on the sofa and took a sip of wine, stretched out his right hand to hold me in his arms, and I curled up beside him, like his little lover.

Our relationship has entered a stable ambiguous stage, why is it ambiguous?Because we never say we like or love each other, we stay on the third floor of the white mansion every Wednesday and weekend night, playing the piano or sitting quietly, and occasionally drinking.In the most intimate situations, we kiss and then go to bed.

Just sleep.

Allen said Julian was holding back because he was breaking the law if he slept with me.According to the regulations of the Soviet army, homosexuality will be punished by five years in prison.

"Even if he's a general, he's bound by military regulations."

Thinking of Allen's words, I sighed.It's not that I want to have sex with him, it's just that the situation confuses me.

I often feel that I am being seduced by him. Facing such a beautiful body, my body responds honestly, but I am always worried about something in my heart.

Is it dead Ron?Is it Misha who doesn't know where?

Or Sasha who has left?

Thinking of Sasha, I sighed again.

Please forgive Rhine, he really grew up too much this year.He was no longer as happy as before, and sighs were already hanging on his lips, like a smoke lingering in melancholy.

I haven't seen Sasha for a long time, and I heard from Julian that he has returned to Moscow.

"Sasha is Lubyanka's favorite." When mentioning Sasha, Julian always smiled warmly: "It has been since childhood."

"Are you good friends?"

"Yes, Rhine, it's not a secret." He rubbed my fluffy hair: "We are best friends, and Sonia and Sergey."

"Sergey? Who's that?"

Julian glanced at me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"He's dead, Rhine, shot by your comrades in Romania."

Seeing my eyes widen, he added thoughtfully, "It's the soldier who caught you, dear."

I was dumbfounded, the person Ron killed was his good friend?

Then he killed Ron... Holy Son Jesus, this damn war!

I suddenly realized that hatred seemed to be a one-way street for me.Julian, no, everyone is much more mature than me.

"Then why did you shoot me?" I tried to find some hatred from the past.

He glanced at me again, drank the vodka in the glass, and there was a little wine in his eyes, and two rose-like flushes appeared on his porcelain-white cheeks. He stretched out his hand to touch my face, and his green eyes became Misty, like a layer of misty fog.

"Your left leg is already lame, I can tell..."

"Did you know? My marksmanship can accurately drive a button on a German's chest from 1000 meters away."

He smiled, showing some pride, then narrowed his eyes and stared at me: "I can promise not to hurt your bones, and send you off the battlefield smoothly."

As soon as I opened my mouth, before I had time to say anything, I was pressed on the sofa by him and kissed hard by him.

Is it because you told the secret in your heart?He kissed a little presumptuously this night.

The soft tongue explored in my mouth, scraping it around and around, sucking and making me excited inevitably.I hugged his waist and put my hand under his shirt. As soon as I touched his warm and smooth skin, he shivered slightly and let me go.

His bright red lips parted slightly, exhaling warm air, he caressed my face, the affection in his green eyes was about to condense like water, and the mole of tears hung in the corner of his eyes, like morning dew falling on the tip of the grass in the autumn morning light.

For a moment, he was vulnerable.

"Rhein, say you love me..."

Is this an order, or a plea?

I looked at him with a smile, with inexplicable affection in my eyes.I reached out and hooked his neck, got up and kissed him lightly on the lips, then with a little force, I hugged him from bottom to top, letting his head bury on the side of my neck.

Silver-blond hair fell like satin, and the smell of fir forest flooded my nostrils.

I didn't say anything, just hugged him, felt his hot body, felt his breath in my ear.

Sorry, I can't say I love you yet.

I don't know whether I should love you, I don't know if I really love you.

So I can't say I love you yet.

The heat is gradually cooling down, and we have returned to silence again.

The night was silent.

In the months that followed, my life changed dramatically.

I received a series of training in the Stasi, you can hardly imagine the rigor of the training, and sometimes I even think that the so-called training is tailor-made for me.

I seriously suspect that a certain general is trying to trick me...

As for the counterespionage department, it is to first figure out everything the spies will do, and then find them in turn and check and balance them.So what I learned in a nutshell is "I catch myself."

It sounds simple, which means you have to know everything.The person who was responsible for training me was a 35-year-old senior counterintelligence investigator. It is said that he also went to the Dzerzhinsky Institute of Advanced Studies in the Soviet Union for a period of time.

That school not only taught students nearly 50 foreign languages ​​and professional subject knowledge, but also taught advanced mathematics, physics and other subjects, and trained frontier defense and communication cadres, code interpreters, and some technical experts.

All in all, the KGBs that come out of there are all high-level KGBs, which are fundamentally different from the general "dirty work" spies.

I heard that Sasha graduated from that school, and he majored in medicine.And my teacher, Sergeant Philip, the well-known "elite hunter" of the Stasi, actually studied communication.

"Of course, science and technology are changing with each passing day. My dear Rhine, monitoring is the direction of development. You can't imagine how far the current monitoring equipment has developed."

He reached out and poked my uniform.

"I can hide a listening device in a button on your uniform, the size of a grain of rice."

Seeing my dumbfounded face, Pripp stood in the corridor with a cup of coffee and said happily, "However, your marksmanship is really bad. You have to go to firearms training. Two weeks, okay? Officer Mueller, no Any more, you have to hurry up, you still have a lot to learn later.”

Yes, there is so much to learn.

Melee combat skills, gun skills, wiretapping skills, English and Russian, and even medical skills...

In short, I want to be a spy who works first and then an agent who deciphers the tricks of the spy.

Three full months in the Stasi's secret training camp nearly devastated me.But the good thing is that my physical fitness and various physical qualities are increasing exponentially, including my confused brain, which was clearly developed by Philip.

"Remember, when you lose your way, the best way is to induce the enemy to lie to you." Philip narrowed his eyes and said, "You have to be smart, but also look like a fool."

Every time Philip made a fuss I felt a chill run through my body, and I couldn't understand why Julian wanted me to be in this department.The Stasi also has a medical department. It's not bad for people like me not to be killed by others.

I was panting heavily, and I had just finished a series of physical training, and I didn't have time to wipe off the sweat when Philip picked me up.

"Okay, little Rhine, now we're going to start the first mission."

I snapped and was thrown into a police car with a gun stuffed in my hand.

The police car hummed all the way, and the secret police inside the car were all silent, all expressionless, cold as ice, and I sat among them, like a bewildered child.

"They were all handpicked," Philip whispered to me, "one in a million."

I'm in a cold sweat, what about me?Are you going to be a drag?

Rhine, Rhine, there's nothing wrong with being a drag, and after many years you will understand that this is not only not your dream, but also your nightmare.

If you had been slacking off, it might have turned out much better.

Do you forget that gray sky you looked up at before entering the Stasi headquarters?

But now Rhine is still a passionate young man, since he was assigned to this position, and since he worked with taxpayers' money, he naturally had to perform his duties well.Catching spies, from another perspective, is to protect one's own citizens, and I still have the awareness of this.

So I took the gun, followed them and jumped out of the car, and then looked at the scene in front of me in a daze.

This is this...

Familiar grey-yellow buildings, colorful avenues, and basement entrances that made me linger.

The speakeasy at the Humboldt University of Berlin...

Dancing and drinking champagne in a bar full of decadent capitalism...

I swallowed, and a bad premonition rose from my heart.

Seeing that I was stunned, Philip pushed me behind: "Why are you in a daze?! Follow up! Our informant reported that someone here is selling information!"

He stroked his moustache: "Damn lackeys of the imperialists, they came to the university with poison, don't let anyone here! Take them back and interrogate them!"

"Yes! Captain!" The Stasi rushed down, and I also reacted and ran down.

God God God!Bless Ellen never to be in it! !

Never in...

oh!hell!

I saw that my Allen had just taken a sip of wine, with his head still buried in the chest of the dancing girl, when a Stasi, now my colleague, picked him up like a chicken.

His face was flushed, he was drunk in broad daylight, stood up staggeringly, rubbed his messy red hair, his eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at me, and he waved to me with his signature smile: "Hey! Rhine You're here?! The girls here today are just... hey, but who are you... ah!"

Allen let out a scream and was knocked unconscious by the Stasi who held him up. Everyone's eyes instantly focused on my face.

I felt my cheeks flushed and turned into a ripe tomato, and then I clenched my teeth, trembling all over, and crackling my joints.

But it's not out of shame, it's out of anger!

Damn it!How dare you hit my Allen!

Hit my Ellen in my face!

The anger overwhelmed me in an instant, and with a roar, I rushed towards the Stasi!