East Berlin's June Boat Song

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"Go take a shower, you smell of sweat." He said with a smile.

"Okay, okay! You love cleanliness the most!" I stood in the piano room and unbuttoned my uniform, stripping myself naked.

He glanced back and fixed his eyes on the footprint on my chest: "Are you injured?"

hell!What a fucking footprint!I lost my face at home...

I nodded, "Yeah."

"A task has been carried out?"

"Yes."

Don't ask, don't ask, I really don't want to say that I was kicked by my own people.

I turned around and was about to go into the bathroom. He didn't say anything until he closed the bathroom door. I thought I would breathe a sigh of relief, but for some reason I started to feel upset again.

I pushed open the door and shouted to him who was in front of the piano: "Do you not care that I am hurt at all?"

He turned his head slowly, his green eyes hooked down, and the end of his eyes flew up.

"Injury is a badge of honor for a man."

I muttered in dissatisfaction: "But it really hurts, my ribs almost broke!"

He seemed to agree with what I said, and nodded his head: "Yes, it should be very painful. This kick seems to be very hard."

What the fuck does this guy mean?

I slammed the door angrily and took a shower.

Sometimes I feel like he likes me terribly, and sometimes I feel like he doesn't care about me at all.

Damn Russians!Damn big Ivan!

I scolded him bitterly in my heart, then put on my clothes with a smile on my face, and walked out.

"You seem to be in a good mood today?" He poured a glass of wine and stood by the window looking at me.

I said yes, and then told him how I fished Alan out today.

"He didn't even accept the interrogation!" I was overjoyed: "Otherwise he would drag his injured body there for a day or two."

Julian listened to me speak vividly and just looked at me quietly.

"Why, are you unhappy?" I frowned at him.

"No." He shook his head slightly: "I just rarely see you so happy."

I froze for a moment, then fell silent, and suddenly blushed, grabbed his hand, and said with a bit of shyness: "Julian, thank you for letting me into the Stasi, it doesn't seem scary there, just A director named Milk knows I'm your informant, but I'm not worried because you'll protect me, won't you?"

Julian shook his head: "No, Rhine, you have to learn to deal with him yourself."

I frowned: "Hey! Don't be so heartless! I'm your informant!"

"Yes, but at the critical moment, you have to abandon your troops to protect your commander."

This sentence angered me, I put my arms around him and pushed him forward, pressing him on the marble table in front of the window, my eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Hey! Look, our relationship!" I licked his lips: "So you won't protect me?"

He bent his bright green eyes and smiled happily: "No insurance, it doesn't matter, what insurance do you take?"

His hand suddenly reached into my pajamas, and the delicate and cold touch shocked me all over.

"Look, you're afraid." He reached in with both hands, and hugged me forward, making me stick closer to him.

"You don't even say you love me."

I said viciously: "You didn't say anything, why should I say it?"

His eyes flickered, and his smile froze for a moment, but then melted quickly.

"You gotta go first, honey, you gotta go first."

His hand went up slowly along my spine and landed on the back of my neck. The numbness where the hand passed made me tremble all over. He pressed my head down with a little force and let my lips fall on his. on the lips.

This kiss was so lingering that I was short of breath and hot all over, I really wanted to take off his clothes.

Those eyes full of love, rippling blue waves, no one can be confused when looking at them.My hand unconsciously went down, and I went to explore between his legs. Sure enough, the reaction was very good. I squeezed it lightly, and couldn't help but smirk.

"Rhein, even I, there are many things that I can't do, you have to understand that."

You actually made sense at such a critical moment, Julian, you are a saint!

He put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me out.

"And there are some things, once started, there is no going back, and you have to understand this."

He stood up and looked at me intently.

"The sign of a person's maturity is the ability to control one's own impulse."

I want to vomit blood, someone help me out.This person is really weird. Bai has such a beautiful face, and his personality is really bad enough.

"Think it over, and tell me again." He turned around and took a sip of his wine.

An unknown fire rose in my heart: "What about you? When will you think clearly?"

He didn't turn his head back, but his voice floated over faintly: "Rhein, I've thought it through a long time ago, but the premise is that you have to love me, and you have to tell me that you love me."

I stood there and said angrily, "Why do you have to say it? Are there some things that you can't see?"

He put down his wine glass and turned around, his green eyes curled up, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and he was so charming that it almost made me dizzy.

"In my opinion, true love is manifested in the lover's reserved, courteous and even shy attitude towards his idol, rather than in casual enthusiasm and premature intimacy."

I snorted impatiently: "Who said that!"

He tilted his head slightly, and his jaw line flashed gracefully: "Marx."

I covered my chest, rushed into the bedroom without looking back, and got into the bed.

OK you Max! !

The sky in Berlin in mid-autumn is blue and blue, so blue that it is outrageous.

The milk-like white clouds drifted with the wind, casting a huge shadow, and the plane trees turned a warm brown-yellow, and the leaves floated down in circles.

The impassioned "Internationale" was played on the radio, and the Russian singing always moved people.The bright red flag fluttered over Karlshorst, and it was red in the eyes.

The giant red beast I feared now embraced me tenderly.

In the square in front of the Karlshorst officer’s apartment, children wearing red scarves are playing football in the sun. Their little faces are flushed. They sing the Internationale and salute the Young Pioneers to the red flag. The light of faith.

For some reason, watching all this, I feel very beautiful.The memory goes back to my childhood, when the war had not yet broken out, and I had a wonderful childhood, but it was accompanied by hunger and the haze after the defeat.At that time, people always had a timid look on their faces, and they were worried about not being able to fill their stomachs and losing their jobs at any time.

I squatted by the square and looked at the group of children, the red children, with tears in my eyes.I realized that before I knew it I was one of them, either infected by them or something else.

At the Stasi Academy, I was also taught Marxism, both to literate me and, as Philip said, to raise my consciousness.I don't have a deep understanding of Marxism, but I do know that he wanted to create a good society, an ideal society.

Each of us is equal, people will have jobs, own the means of production, and no longer be squeezed by capitalists for surplus value. As long as we love labor, we can live a comfortable life without hunger or cold.

My understanding is very simple, but Philip said that there is nothing wrong with thinking this way.Because we are fighting for a better vision of mankind, as sung in the Internationale:

*"Arise, hungry and cold slaves,*

* Arise, sufferers of the world! *

*The blood in my heart is already boiling,*

*Struggle for the truth! *

*The old world is gone,*

*Slaves rise up! *

*don't say we have nothing,*

*We want to be the masters of the world! *

*This is the final fight, unite until tomorrow,*

*International Xiong Naier must be achieved. *

*This is the final fight, unite until tomorrow,*

*International Xiong Naier must be realized! *

*There was never a savior,*

*Do not rely on the immortal emperor. *

*To create human happiness,*

*All on our own! *

*We're going to take back the fruits of our labor,*

*Let the mind break out of the cage. *

*Raise that furnace red-hot,*

*Strike while the iron is hot to succeed! *

*This is the final fight, unite until tomorrow,*

*International Xiong Naier must be achieved. *

*This is the final fight, unite until tomorrow,*

*International Xiong Naier must be realized! "*

After the "Internationale" was played, the children started playing football again. I couldn't bear the loneliness and joined in for a while, then sat on a bench beside the square and drank soda, panting.

There was a blue-purple cornflower blooming on the grass next to the square. I picked some, wrapped them in old newspapers, and tied the roots at the bottom with a hemp rope. I drove back to the white mansion and gave it to Sony Ya.

"Happy birthday!" I put my arms around Sonia's slender waist and kissed her on the face.

"Oh, Rhine!" Sonia blushed after receiving the flowers: "You are so sweet!"

Ansolov came in from the yard, wiped his hands on his apron, and asked, "Comrade Dounechka, I'm going to order a cake! I need some cake for my birthday. Can I have dinner at the mansion tonight?" "

Sonia looked at me, then looked up at the second floor: "The general has business to deal with at night, I think it's okay after we finish our work, Comrade Ansolov, oh, Rhine, you are not allowed to leave either, You have to stay here."

I smiled and said, "Of course!"

At this moment, a man in a suit and leather shoes came in, with his long legs crossed and his movements like the wind, he went straight to Sonia and held her in his arms with open arms.

"Oh Evgeny! You're here too?" Sonia said with a smile, "I thought you forgot!"

Yevgeny, the head of the KGB in East Germany, narrowed his eyes with a smile: "How could I forget? Dear Comrade Dounechka, I can remember everyone's birthday, but I just want to You send your blessings."

He took out a palm-sized gift box wrapped in kraft paper from his pocket.

"I bought it from Paris, my dear, and I hope you don't mind that I have taken it apart."

"Oh Evgeny, thank you!" Sonia put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, and I saw Evgeny blushing so hard that he was about to explode.

He doesn't seem to be curious about why I'm here, yes, he can't be, this man must have checked me out.He smiled politely and held out his hand to me: "Hi, Officer Mueller, it's nice to see you again, I think you should know who I am, oh, just call me Yevgeny."

Thank goodness!I really can't remember the string of long names behind him.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I shook hands with him respectfully, and then he smiled and asked Sonia, "Can I go to the second floor?"

"Go! He's up there."

Evgeny nodded, and then walked up the spiral staircase.

Watching him disappear, I tugged at Sonia: "Who is better, he or Sasha?"

Sonia smiled and said, "It's not the same, Little Rhine. He is the head of all the KGB in East Germany, but he can't control Sasha, because Sasha is sent by the Central Commission. Can you understand? Central Commission."

I let out a cry, thinking that my Sasha is really powerful.

When will we see him again?Will he come to East Berlin again?When I was on a mission last time, I passed by Gussamank Church, I looked at the window of the clinic on the third floor on the street, hesitated for a long time and still did not go in.

It was a dream that was almost forgotten.

I don't have the courage to look back, I just want to grasp the present cowardly and desperately.

Whether it's trembling or shrinking, as long as I can take a step forward, as long as I can see the direction of the road ahead, as long as I still have hope, I will go on without hesitation.

I squinted my eyes and looked up, the sun pouring down on my face.

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PS: Yevgeny is a real historical figure. His hobby is to hunt wild boars at night with an infrared telescope. His subordinates are often worried that he will accidentally hit local residents.It is a very interesting character in history, and will be written in detail later in this article, but it has been adapted, such as appearance, age and interpersonal relationship.