East Berlin's June Boat Song

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"I'll come back later."

After leaving these words, Sasha walked straight out of the piano room and closed the door intimately.

Julian stared at me the whole time, and after Sasha left, he took a step towards me, and I recoiled in terror.

"Stand up." His voice was as cold as a knife.

I struggled to get up, but the wound on my back was painful when I moved a little bit, and the movement was a little slower. He stepped forward and grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up. I grinned in pain, and my feet barely moved When it landed, he dragged it and pressed it on the piano.

It was the first time I saw him so angry, that pretty face seemed to be even more beautiful because of anger.Look at the tails of the eyes that flew up, and the lips that were red with anger.

Tsk, I suddenly want to kiss him.

"Who are you?" He pinched my chin, "Tell me, name, identity, occupation."

I was about to faint from the pain caused by him, and the wound on my back dyed the snow-white piano red.

"answer me!"

Tears were streaming down my face, and I said hastily, "Rhein Müller, the leader of the Second Investigation Team of the Counterintelligence Investigation Department of the Ministry of State Security of the GDR."

He narrowed his green eyes slightly, and a stern smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I still remember my identity."

He let go of me suddenly and began to unbutton my uniform one by one.The smile was full of evil, and even kissed me on the neck when I was in a state of confusion.

God!I was slapped by someone not long ago, then I was thrown to the ground and whipped again, and now I am in so much pain that I am confused, do I still want to be fucked?

He tore off my shirt, turned me over, grabbed my neck and pressed him against the piano, and made me eat a mouthful of my own blood.Damn, is he a sadist?

Just when I was about to struggle, he suddenly let go of me.

"do not move."

His voice suddenly softened, like melting ice and snow.

"The wound is deep."

I felt a delicate streak of skin on my back, and then I heard him say, "You shouldn't be looking for Milk."

"I......"

"Listen to me, Rhine, listen to me."

He took a deep breath, and said with some difficulty, "The current situation is very complicated, much more complicated than you imagined. Any tiny movement can make you die without a place to bury you."

"I...I didn't do anything...." I struggled to say, "I'm firm."

"Your behavior represents your position, and your position determines your life and death. Rhine, remember your identity. You are the East German secret police and my intelligence informant."

"Understood?" He leaned into my ear and said, "It's not just about you, think about your friends, Ellen, Andy, Sasha, and me."

He reached out and touched me: "No one is completely independent."

Obviously he was reasoning and threatening, but this man's hands slid back and forth like fish, which made me forget the pain for a moment, and became unbelievably excited.

I suddenly heard him laughing seductively: "You lie on your stomach like this, it makes me want to fuck you."

He frightened me with his hands: "I am like this, do you think I am a sadist?"

I can't make a sound at all, but I think I must be nodding wildly, but he completely ignores it.

"I don't think so, because you love me."

He started to move, pressing the clean shirt over my wound very tenderly.

I switch back and forth between heaven and hell, making a hoarse croon under the extreme pain and pleasure.As if not enjoying himself, he suddenly lifted the lid of the piano, allowing the keys to freely record the sound of our collision.

What a rambling tune.

But it's also a nice tune.

Later, he personally sewed up the wound for me. Although he said he would use anesthesia, he only gave a negligible amount. When the stitches were stitched, I cried out in pain.

"It's your punishment," he said. "Pain is the best way to make you grow."

I'm too lazy to talk to him, I just found out today that this person has such a perverted habit.He took a wet towel and wiped the blood for me. I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did Milk tell you?"

He didn't answer, I was taken aback, I stood up and asked him, "Do you have anyone else in the Stasi?"

He pushed me down and said flatly, "The wound will open."

"You tell me!"

He smiled lightly and touched my wound, making me tremble all over.

"Rhein, it's not someone else. As long as I think about it, anyone is, because no, it's not there long ago."

I widened my eyes in surprise, and turned to look at him. He was still gentle: "The Stasi belonged to East Germany, and East Germany..."

He shook his head with a smile and said no more.

I suddenly remembered the sentence that Milk asked me before.

"Do you know what colonization is?"

There was a chill in my heart.

But that matter is too huge and too far away from me, to the extent that I can't touch it at all.There is only one thing I care about now, I grabbed his hand and asked eagerly: "Then do you have many informants like me?"

He lovingly kissed me on the lips, and then said: "There are many informants, but only one lover."

I was relieved and smirked and took a bite on his lips.Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Sasha walked in.

Sasha raised his eyebrows imperceptibly when he saw the bright red blood stains on the piano and some white liquid on the ground, but he quickly closed his eyes, walked into the bedroom and said to Julian: "You still have to feed him some anti-inflammatory drugs .”

"Well, you're right."

Julian looked up, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Damn, what kind of atmosphere is this?

I suddenly feel so redundant.

strangeness……

I buried my head in the fluffy pillow, avoiding the eyes of the two of them on me.I don't know why, but facing them both at the same time, I always feel guilty unconsciously...

After a while, I felt my body relax and I gradually fell into sleep.

A few days later, I saw a distraught Andy on the streets of Prenzlauer Berg.Wearing a worker's uniform smeared with gasoline, with rain-soaked hair sticking to his scalp, he wandered about in disfigurement, as if he had lost his soul.I pulled him into the jeep, and after he reacted, he gave me an indifferent look, and then began to cry silently.

"They took my father."

He covered his face and trembled. I was heartbroken, but I didn't know how to comfort him.I took out my handkerchief to wipe his tears, he picked up my handkerchief, and suddenly laughed a little weirdly.

"It's British. Rhine, you can still afford British products."

I was dumbfounded. I took this handkerchief in the white mansion. There was a whole box in the utility room behind the yard. Ansolov would sometimes wipe the table with such a handkerchief.

After Andy finished laughing, his face turned pale. He was only 18 years old, and his face was full of gloomy clouds.

"Leave me alone, I know you can't do anything." He opened the car door and said coldly, "I'm leaving."

"Andy!" I grabbed his arm. "Please, you look bad, go to my house and get something to eat. Ellen is home too."

Andy silently shook off my hand, and I wrestled with him, but he suddenly slammed me down on the car seat, and the wound on my back made me turn pale with pain.

"Rhein, relying on no one is worse than relying on yourself. I have already understood this truth."

"Andy...things are bad right now, you have to, you have to..."

"Yes, the situation is very bad, so I don't want to rely on anyone!"

I was so hurt by him sitting on the car seat, and he also noticed that something was wrong with me, so he moved loosely, pulled my collar and looked at my back through the neckline.

He frowned, his hands trembling.

"What are they worthy of your hard work?"

He let go of me in disbelief, jumped out of the car, and said with trembling lips: "Line, I said, don't bother me anymore."

"Andy, be obedient..." I struggled to catch him, but I could only see him getting further and further away.

Hissing, I was going to see Philip for a handover, only to be surprised to find that the wound was open and the Stasi uniform was stained red.After looking at the route, it is not far from Sasha's clinic, maybe I can go there to ask Miss Psyche.

Parking the car in the square in front of Gussamank Church, I walked into Sasha's clinic and was surprised to find Sasha there.

"I didn't take good care of the wound." Sasha glanced at my blood-stained uniform, walked over and led me into a consulting room.

"Take off your clothes and get down."

I took off my shirt and lay down on the nursing table.He looked at my wound and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Julian's technique is still so bad." He stretched out his hand and touched it: "I'll sew it up for you."

"Wow!" I became excited: "Then I didn't get the injection in vain last time."

"Didn't he give you anesthesia?" Sasha said, "He never gave me anesthesia before."

When I heard him say "before", I was interested.Smirked, and asked Sasha: "Are you injured? Julian healed you?"

"Yeah." Sasha pushed me down and began to debride me.

"We've all had a lot of injuries, many, many."

He smiled and continued: "But Julian said, don't be afraid of getting hurt, because pain will make us grow quickly."

I wondered in my heart that Julian was really a pervert, why he always used his theory to brainwash others, I happily enjoyed the gentle treatment Sasha gave me, and then pretended not to care and asked each sentence.

"Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Ah."

This sound was soft, unbelievably soft, and seemed a little shy. I turned my head to look at him, and Sasha kept moving his hands, smiling silently, as quiet as a virgin, as if caught in the memories of the past .I have since discovered that I know almost nothing about them.

Their origins, their backgrounds, their past.

When it was over, I held Sasha's hand and begged him, "Can you tell me about your past?"

Sasha gently withdrew her hand, took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes.

"Little Rhine, let me go, Julian will be angry if he finds out."

"why?"

Sasha chuckled, "Because Julian hates bringing up the past."

I muttered with some dissatisfaction: "But everyone has a past, and I don't want to know much."

I laughed and grabbed Sasha's arm: "Good Sasha, tell me, did Julian like women before? Has he ever had a woman?"

Sasha's eyes suddenly flew up, and he looked at me meaningfully: "Just ask him? Don't ask me?"

I froze for a moment, then lowered my head and said, "I dare not ask you, you are the KGB."

"What if I want to tell you?"

I opened my eyes wide and narrowed them and said, "Of course! I want to know a lot about you, because you are all very important people to me!"

Sasha pinched my nose: "Rhein, that's too greedy."

I smiled with guilt and triumph, rubbed against his arm and shook my head: "No, no, no... I just..."

I'm just, I'm just... Hehehe, Little Rhine is used to being a hooligan. Of course, the more beauties the better, if you can't eat them, you can take a look... This is not a playboy, anyone who sees Sasha will be excited.

Seeing my stupid smile, Sasha pursed his lips and laughed: "I don't think you were convinced by Julian."

I grabbed him with a smile: "Okay, okay, I see... tell me quickly."

Sasha put away the equipment, and finally let go: "Julian never liked anyone, men and women are no different to him."

"how about you?"

"Me too." Sasha stared at me calmly and gently.

"A child from the Gulag, a boy raised by the Cheka, Rhine, we don't like anyone."

"We have no right to like anyone."