East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Allen was lying on the couch smoking a cigarette with his little mouse in his arms when the Soviet woman named Natasha knocked on the door of our apartment.After the door opened, the unrestrained Soviet woman stepped on high heels and walked in front of Alan angrily. Her pretty face was flushed with anger, and Russian mixed with German shot out like machine gun bullets: "Okay! Okay! !"

She stomped her feet and trembled nervously: "You actually go to that kind of place and hang out with those women! Alan! Look at me, put down your damn mouse!"

Allen twisted his neck lazily, raised his dull eyelids, and glanced at the blonde beauty in front of him: "Olof is not a damn mouse, it will live a long life."

Natasha pursed her lips tightly, her eyes started to turn red, and seeing that she was about to explode, I hurried forward to appease her: "This lesbian, Alan is also under a lot of pressure from studying, he needs to relax..."

I shouldn't be in this muddy water, Natasha's blue eyes suddenly shot out, and she stabbed me hard, her disgust and contempt were completely undisguised: "Who are you?"

Suddenly, as if she understood something, she covered her mouth in horror, and then rushed towards Alan: "Damn it! You are fucking with men! Believe it or not, I will report you! I'm going to report you to the secret police!"

Natasha grabbed Alan's collar and cried, Alan laughed, his smile was full of evil, he put his arms around Natasha's waist: "My dear Natasha, there is one here, go Report it, here, you don't have to go to 103 Ruthchester Avenue, just turn around and report me. Come on, my dear, I can't wait to be handcuffed by our little Rhine."

"Alan!" I helped the surprised Natasha up: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm his landlord."

Natasha glanced at me: "Are you the secret police?"

I nodded honestly, and she snorted, with a contemptuous angle on her mouth, and muttered, "The Germans are going to be done!"

I put on a silly smiling face, intending to ease the atmosphere between me and this beautiful woman. Alan sat up from the sofa and put Olof into the cage——I also knew that the little mouse was called Olof. Love!Allen even gave it a name!

He stretched himself, and then smiled and put Natasha into his arms: "Okay, my dear, when did you come back from Sochi, did you come back for the exam? Oh, Natasha, come to the bedroom and help me Review, you are so cute when you are angry, I miss you and my bed."

I have to say that Allen is really good at coaxing women. His eyes did not conceal his desire for Natasha, and his hand moved back and forth on her slender waist that was full and pleasing to hold.

No woman would like to see the man she loves subdued by her own charm.

Although Natasha's eyes were red, she still burst out laughing: "Dear Mr. Claude, I'm not as hypocritical as you German women."

She blinked her eyes and licked her lower lip: "I will make you drunk."

Allen was overjoyed: "That would be great!"

Watching the two of them walk into the bedroom together, I froze in place.Really, I suddenly feel so sad.

For more than a year, Rhine has no sex life, and the only way to resolve it... It may be a bit obscene to say it.

Countless late nights, imagining the snow-white body, slender hands, and bright red lips of a certain general, I might silently do it myself.

But just think about it.

With a long sigh, I put on my coat and went out, and drove my jeep to a nearby block.I parked the car on the side of the street and walked into a dark alley.The weather in December dropped below zero, with snow and sleet, and the wind made me tremble, and my teeth chattered. After walking for 5 minutes, I pushed open a red-painted iron gate on the side of the street.

It is a blue-gray five-story building, and the mottled walls reveal its long history.The smell of coal and paint floating in the stairs makes people feel dizzy.Passing through several doors, there were crying of children and screaming of women. Of course, there were also drunk men cursing.

Andy and his parents live on the top floor of this dilapidated apartment building. Although I send a sum of money here every month, I decided to visit them in person as Christmas approached.

I knocked on the door, praying secretly that Andy would show mercy.

When the door opened, there was a sallow and thin woman in her 40s. She was wearing a pilled Fair Isle sweater and a dusty apron. Her deep-set eyes revealed hopelessness and exhaustion in life. I realized it was supposed to be Andy's mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, I'm Rhein Muller, Andy's friend." I bowed to her, and she looked at me with a little cringe in disgust, her eyes resting on the Stasi logo on the sleeve of my coat .

"What's the matter with you?" It was obvious that she hadn't intended to let me in, and of course I understood that I was the one to blame for everything.

"Is Andy not here?" I sniffed and looked into their humble house.

"No, he found a job washing cars." She looked back at the quartz clock hanging on the wall: "It's a temporary worker."

I nodded and took a bulging envelope from my coat pocket.

"Mrs. Weasley, this is, this is a little sympathy from me. Oh, please don't mind, this is not a charity, I, I just..."

Rhine, your mouth is so stupid!I scolded myself, and then saw Mrs. Weasley take the envelope without hesitation.

"I know, this is due compensation." Mrs. Weasley glanced at me coldly, I smiled sarcastically, and nodded to her: "Merry Christmas to you in advance!"

I thought it was time to leave, so I bowed to her, she didn't say anything to me, and muttered in a low voice when closing the door: "When did the Stasi become a charity, and they came to send money several times... .”

I was stunned, and stood there in shock, then turned around and asked, "What did you say? Who has ever come to deliver money?"

I yanked the door open, but I didn't control the strength enough to make her pale with fright, she mumbled her lips: "I, I don't know... say, what are you talking about, people from the General Investigation Bureau... Oh God!"

She covered her mouth in horror, realizing that she shouldn't talk too much, and slammed the door angrily.

I froze where I was, Chief Detective Bureau...

A certain bureau chief's malicious smile appeared in front of me.

Driving to the headquarters at 103 Ruthchester Avenue, I met Philip in Building 13, who was wrapping up a round of interrogation.

"Can the Anti-Reconnaissance Division go to the General Investigation Bureau to check the files?"

"Whose file do you want to check?"

"Director Erich Milk."

The coffee Philip had just drank gushed out.

"Little Rhine, the gun is on my waist. If you want to die, you don't have to bother."

I opened the corners of my mouth and smiled, thinking that I was indeed a little whimsical.So I asked again: "Then can I check the search records?"

Philip glanced at me and said earnestly, "Comrade Mueller, although I don't know what you want to do, it's very dangerous because you don't have enough authority."

"Then how can we increase the authority?"

"Promotion."

I curled my lips and said that I would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey for a promotion. After all, I used to work for the Nazis. Now it is difficult for me to even join the party.I was depressed until the evening, when I received a call from Mrs. Zeisel, the lady who lost her only son, who always favored me very much, inviting me to dinner at the mansion.

The 42-year-old Mrs. Zeisel is still slender, with a pair of sapphire-like eyes on her fair skin that always reveals compassion and tenderness. Her golden curly hair is pulled back, which is simply synonymous with dignity and elegance.Every time I see her, I think of my mother, Anna, who died the year before the war.

Like Mrs. Zeisel, our Minister Zeisel always has a gentle smile on his face. When I first saw him, I always thought that there was a knife hidden in that smile, or something meaningful, but later It turned out that this was nothing but my own fantasy.His smile was genuine, as pure as the distinct clink of ice cubes in a glass.

All in all, they are a kind couple, but kind people are not always treated kindly by fate.

I knew why they liked me so much when I saw a picture of their little Zeisel at their house.To say that we are not only about the same age, but our eyes are too similar to mine.

"Gray-blue, just like the Rhine." Mrs. Zeisel wiped her tears by the fireplace: "His name is Rhine too, Rhine Zeisel."

Then the minister gently held her hand: "Okay dear, you will make Rhine uncomfortable."

I smiled and said, "No, Minister." I lowered my head, "Just as you lost your children, I also lost my parents. My only relatives and friends also left me."

Thinking of Grandma Niya, Lilith and Misha, my heart throbbed.

Minister Zeisel picked up the ouzo on the round wooden table, and said lovingly: "Rhein, as long as we don't forget them, they will never be counted as gone."

He rolled his eyes and smiled, taking a sip of his wine.The firelight from the fireplace shone on his tender face, reminding me for a moment of my missing father.I thought for a moment, then asked, "Minister, can I ask you something?"

He nodded to Mrs. Zeisel, and Mrs. Zeisel stood up and kissed him on the cheek: "I'm going out first, you and Rhine have a good chat."

She kindly closed the door for us.

I was a little surprised: "Sorry, it's not really a big deal."

Minister Zeisel smiled softly: "It's okay Rhine, Annie also needs to rest. She has a migraine."

I nodded, and moved my hands around with some embarrassment, not knowing how to speak for a while.So Minister Zeisel very kindly poured me a glass of mezcal.

"I think you need some wine to help you open up, little Rhine."

I gratefully took the glass, took a sip, and felt the mellow fragrance that permeated the air.

"Actually, Minister, I, I have always wanted to find someone." I mustered up the courage to look at him: "I think he is related to the General Investigation Bureau."

"That's under the jurisdiction of Director Milk." He laughed: "That's not easy. Rhine, you have to know that our Director Milk has multiple roles."

"Honestly, I just need to confirm for myself that he's alive, so..."

"So you want to consult the files of the General Investigative Service?"

I lowered my head: "I know my authority is not enough..."

"Oh, little Rhine, why are you hesitating now." Zeisel looked at me tenderly: "I know all about you, and I know who the person you are looking for is."

Seeing my eyes widen in surprise, Zeisel smiled and took a sip of his wine: "It's not lucky for you to be favored by that person."

His eyes suddenly became farther away, staring at the burning fireplace, surrounded by a little...sadness.

I didn't understand, and frowned.

"Rhein, you should ask Erich yourself. I know it, and Erich knows it. If you have already found the General Investigation Bureau, then Erich should have known about it long ago."

"How come..." I said in amazement: "It's just this morning... Oh, you mean, Andy and the others have been under surveillance all the time?"

Minister Zeisel showed a slightly bleak smile, then nodded silently to me.

"It's terrible," I said. "People won't have any secrets."

Zeisel clenched the wine glass tightly, his eyes became misty again, he didn't respond to me, and I suddenly realized that I had said something against my identity.

"Sorry, Minister." I stood up and bowed to him. "I haven't forgotten our oath."

"It's okay, it's okay Rhine, you will get used to it slowly."

He squeezed out a smile, which was so pale that I felt that he was suddenly ill. I don't know why I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, so I drank the mezcal in the glass and said goodbye to him.

"You'll have to ask him yourself."

When I put on my coat at the door, Zeisel stood in the corridor with a dignified expression: "You have to ask him yourself."

"I will, thank you, Minister."

I bowed to him and left their mansion in the northern suburbs.