East Berlin's June Boat Song

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In the northern suburbs of East Berlin in winter, I stood in front of a familiar mansion and looked up at this small gray building covered with dead vines.Here, I have left many sincere smiles, which made me feel countless warmth.Now when people go to the empty building, everything no longer exists, only the cold guns and stern eyes of the military police guarding the door.

I wasn't allowed to go in, and I was warned even if I stood outside. They didn't allow me to watch outside until I showed my Stasi senior police certificate.

The cold wind hurt my eyes and nose, I avoided the eyes of the military police and secretly wiped my tears, then walked to the jeep parked by the roadside, and saw a familiar figure the moment I turned around.

Sasha was wearing a dark gray Chester coat, standing quietly beside the car, looking at me with a smile on his lips.

"Sasha." I walked over to hug him: "When did you come?"

Sasha returned the hug, patted my head, and said, "A few minutes ago."

"Get in the car, Julian said tonight at the 'Rhine'."

Sasha smiled and nodded, and got into my co-pilot.

"How do you know I'm here?" I start the engine.

"Guess."

He stared forward with a smile, and the cold sunlight jumped on his curly brown eyelashes, like a saint full of pity in the Holy See.He is always so gentle. To be honest, I have never seen such a gentle person in this world. No one can believe that Sasha, who looks a little soft, is actually a KGB colonel. Although it has been so long, I still have An unbelievable feeling.

Every time I see him, my heart will always soften unconsciously, just like the rustling of the birch forest when the autumn wind blows through it, the feeling when I look back and see my beloved standing in the depths of the forest and watching you.

I have always thought that he can heal not only physical injuries, but just looking at you with his pair of beautiful eyes, it seems that the pain in your heart can also be soothed.

"Rhein."

"Ok?"

"Does the wound still hurt?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, shook my head and said, "It's much better."

"Just say it hurts." He stretched out his hand to touch my hand on the steering wheel, which made my heart skip a beat: "Don't make me feel bad."

"Sasha...you..."

I looked at him in surprise, and he looked away slightly.

"Julian is a person who doesn't show his feelings very much, and he doesn't know how to feel sorry for others. He knows that you have a good relationship with Zeisel, and he has fought for him."

He lowered his head, paused and said, "But because we were involved in Beria's matter, we are also powerless, do you understand?"

I nodded: "Understood."

"You were also very dangerous at the time, and I have caused so much trouble for you, I am sorry."

Sasha smiled and shook his head: "It's not dangerous, and our relationship with Beria is not that deep. The past does not represent the present, especially..."

He chuckled lightly, but did not continue: "Rhein, in the future you will understand that the only thing that can determine your position is your interests."

"What about feelings?" I said almost naively: "If it were you, you would never stand on the opposite side of Julian, at least I would never stand on the opposite side of you, even if threatened to my benefit."

Sasha's eyes widened slightly, and then his expression slowed down and he smiled: "That's why we like you, Rhine, you are a good boy."

He reached out and patted my head, then ended the conversation.

I knew that whenever Sasha said I was a "good boy" the indeterminate atmosphere between us would come to an abrupt end.

When we came to the "Rhine River", Sasha and I went straight to the high-class area on the second floor, and Julian and Evgeny were already sitting in the private seats on the edge.Seeing us coming, Evgeny stood up and greeted Sasha, and I also respectfully greeted them.

During the whole process, Julian ate with a calm expression, and occasionally said a few words to Sasha. They hardly took care of me, and they talked in Russian throughout the whole process. I had to struggle a lot to barely understand what they were saying. .

Listening to this, I’m not interested either, it’s nothing more than the political situation in East Germany, etc., saying that although Khrushchev killed Beria and came to power smoothly, he is still ready to implement some of Beria’s policies before his death, especially for East Germany. Germany, in order to shut the mouth of the Western world, the Soviet Union was ready to decentralize power, and Ulbricht finally won what he wanted. Although the real power is still in the Soviet military, the control over East Germany has to be released on the surface In the hands of Soviet civil servants...

"I heard... Beria... shot... crying..."

I caught some fragments of Yevgeny's whispered words when he leaned forward, his eyes widened unconsciously, and I was surprised to find that Julian and Sasha smiled at the same time.

It seemed to be a gratified smile after the plot succeeded.

I do not understand……

In the middle of the meal, Julian suddenly ordered a glass of ouzo for me, and I felt a little joy in my heart. This person didn’t seem to care about me very much on the surface, but he was still thinking about me in his heart.

But that joy was fleeting. Drinking ouzo, I looked down and thought of Alan.

Since I came back from West Berlin, I found that Allen was a bit depressed.According to him, it was because the damn Professor Rembrandt had been making things difficult for him for no reason, making his thesis always fail.I don't know how to help him, I can only persuade him to relax and communicate with Natasha more.

After all, Natasha is a recognized genius at the Humboldt University School of Medicine, and it is said that she is deeply liked by that professor Rembrandt.

While I was thinking, I suddenly heard Julian calling my name.

"Rhein."

"Ok?"

"Why doesn't it sound nice?"

"Ah?" I blushed: "Listen to your conversation?"

"Well." Julian glanced at me: "You have to learn to use Russian to get information, and you should also listen to what we communicate, it will be good for you."

"Yeah." I nodded a little cautiously, and then I heard Yevgeny laughing and said in German: "Okay, General Azrael, don't make things difficult for us Sergeant Müller, he hasn't learned systematically. Know Russian, the teaching of the Stasi is rubbish..."

"However." Sasha took a sip of his wine: "Now that things are my own, I will pay more attention to them. I heard that Milk is not planning to open a specialized school?"

Yevgeny shrugged, with contempt and disdain in his eyes: "Who knows?"

Then the meal was spent in a very painful torment for me. I couldn't keep up with their speed. Finally, when it was over, Julian ordered me to get in his car and go back to the White Mansion together.

He was very silent in the car, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing, which I didn't quite understand.

"Are you with Sasha during the day?" he asked suddenly.

"Ah?" I shook my head: "No, I just came here together."

He turned around to look at me, held my hand, seemed a little hesitant to speak, and managed to say something for a long time: "Forget it, let's talk when we go back."

I pouted noncommittally.

Back in the white mansion, almost as soon as he closed the door of the piano room, he pressed me against the door and kissed me wildly.I was frightened by his actions, the anger and dissatisfaction in this kiss was about to overflow.

I pushed him with a smirk: "Hey, aren't you jealous..."

"Didn't you say before that I can like others?"

I touched his tight butt, and I put my arms around his waist: "Why, can't you do it now?"

He narrowed his green eyes slightly, then let go of me, and raised the corner of his mouth to an awesome angle: "Well, you're right, you can like others."

"Besides, it's Sasha. It's no surprise that anyone likes Sasha."

I was taken aback, then grabbed him: "Then you also like Sasha?"

He rolled his eyes coldly, shook off my hand, and said impatiently, "Who knows?"

"Wow!" I was overwhelmed by anger in an instant, and I didn't know where the strength came from and grabbed him. He didn't expect that I was unprepared for my sudden movement, and I was thrown on the sofa in one fell swoop. The shock in Bi Yan didn't have time to transform Out of anger, I pressed him down heavily.

I held his hand and bit his lips hard, threatening: "If you dare to like someone else, I'll fuck you!"

He seemed to be amused by me, a low laugh came out of his throat, and he bent his eyes and said: "I said you are a very courageous person, but unfortunately, your courage only exists at the moment of impulsiveness." .”

He suddenly turned over and pinned me under him. I was no match for him in strength, and I was pinned down by him.

"Rhein, why are you still acting like a child." He lowered his head and kissed my eyes.

I laughed: "Yeah, I'm much younger than you! When you get old, I'll still be strong. At that time...hehehe..."

His eyes flashed a few times suddenly, and then he stroked my face: "Are you going to be with me for so long?"

"Of course!" I opened my eyes wide, and suddenly realized: "Damn, you don't want to dump me, do you?!"

My expression must have switched to a vicious threat mode in an instant, and I said through gritted teeth, "If you dare to dump me, I will hunt you down from the ends of the earth!"

As soon as the words fell, his kisses fell like a storm, my belt was pulled out three times and twice, and then he told me with practical actions that he was still a long way from old and weak.

I was sweating profusely, but I hugged him tightly.

"Just let me experience it once!" I begged him pitifully, blinking my eyes.

He raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "Wait until you are stronger than me."

"Stronger than you? What aspect? You are already a general!" I muttered dissatisfiedly, "I will never be an official bigger than you in my life!"

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about this question seriously. I looked at his sculpted jawline, and I couldn't help feeling excited again.

Tsk, what a charming Slavic beauty.

"Maybe..." After thinking for a long time, he said, "Maybe in terms of fighting skills."

He leaned down and kissed me. "After all, it's a question of strength, isn't it?"

"Tsk." I patted his waist with a smirk: "Don't regret it!"

He smiled and said, "I am a trustworthy person."

Then the next day Sonia told me the ruthless reality of someone who was invincible in the Soviet Red Army.

"Of course, have you ever seen such a young general." Sonia smoked a cigarette, her eyes filled with smiles: "Julian is very ruthless in beating people, and Sergei is most afraid of him."

I nodded crazily in my heart, yes, that's right, it's really hard to beat someone up.

"What about Sasha? Have you ever been beaten by Julian?"

Sonia froze for a moment, then looked at me meaningfully: "Julian will never do anything to Sasha."

"Why?" I asked, "What was the relationship between the two of them before? Was it..."

I smirked: "Does Julian like Sasha?"

Sonia glared at me, poked my head with her finger, and said, "You Germans, what's going on in your head all day long. They've been friends since childhood. They've had a very hard time together. They..."

Sonia took a deep breath and said with emotion: "The relationship between them is very complicated, and it cannot be explained in one or two sentences."

I pouted, thinking that wasn't that kind of relationship?

I felt a little depressed suddenly in my heart, and I went home sullenly.

"It's very simple. Go and find out if the two of them have slept together." Alan lay on the sofa and said with a smile, "We've stayed together since we were young. If it's really interesting, we'll definitely do everything we need to do."

He exhaled a smoke ring and sighed happily: "Hey, the Russians are really exciting..."

"Alan!" I said angrily, "This is just my wild guess!"

In fact, what annoys me even more is that this inexplicable relationship is really strange. We are three big men, and we can't explain the entanglement.

"Okay, little Rhine. Don't think too much about it. Didn't General Azrael treat you very well? You have to be satisfied, they are big shots." Allen suddenly seemed to realize something, yawned and said: "But you're about to become a big shot..."

He glanced at me. "You're hardly home, Sheriff Mueller."

I blushed from his teasing, rushed forward and wrestled with him, tickled him with a smile, and said: "It seems that you are very reluctant to part with me, why don't you go to the Stasi headquarters and go to prison, I will arrange a room for you." The best cell, so you can stay in the same place with me, how about Comrade Claude?"

His face was flushed with laughter, and he struggled to shout: "Farewell! Unless there are big beauties and little handsome guys!"

"Thinking beautiful!"

After letting him go, I went to the door and put on my overcoat, paused, then turned to him and said, "Alan, I have never been a big shot, not in the past, not now, and never in the future. How many times have I come to this point? It's my own wish, and I can't figure it out."

I opened the corner of my mouth and smiled: "The only thing I hope is that I can still be the former Rhine, and you can still be by my side, understand?"

Seemingly rare to see me with such a serious appearance, Allen opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to recover.

"I understand, Rhine."

He smiled softly: "I hope so too."

I nodded at him, turned and walked out the door.

There is such a person who has been waiting to meet me.And not long ago, I finally found out his whereabouts.

Now, I'm going to see him.

Not a moment should be lost.