East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Going down the magnificent Danube, you will see a magnificent river rushing from the Alps. The Sava River, the largest tributary on the right bank of the Danube, meets the Danube in beautiful Belgrade.Two rivers nourish this historic city. As the capital of the Republic of Serbia, Belgrade is the most shining star in the hinterland of the Balkan Peninsula.

Known as the "Key of the Balkans", it is an important contact point between Europe and the Near East. Under the Iron Curtain, countless spies from all over the world are dormant here. This beautiful city hides a terrifying secret under its glamor bloody.

You smell, the smell in the air is the smell of conspiracy and blood, mixed with gunpowder smoke, and maybe love - because love is the best booster for conspiracy.

But Sasha said that it is because we are secret agents that we are very sensitive to this smell.I was noncommittal, but I felt very happy watching the girls dancing to the accordion music in the square in front of the Serbian National Museum.

The beat is very moving, the cheerful and bright music floats in the low-hanging night, the lights are bright, and the girls' traditional Yugoslavian skirts shine like diamonds.

They danced hand in hand, under the Moravian-style buildings, their curved eyes were like the rising crescent moon, and their smiles were like the spring breeze on the banks of the Danube.People surrounded them, clapped and beat the beat, yelled and laughed from time to time.

The scene in front of me was as touching as it could be.

But Sasha put his hand on my shoulder and motioned me to look at him.

Wearing his favorite beige trench coat on weekdays and a light milky white top hat, he walked towards the crowd, he turned his head and smiled at me, so that I could see the smile in his pair of calm brown eyes meaning.

I stood still, watching how my dear Sasha walked towards a man in a black suit - walking casually, even to the beat of dance music, and his eyes fell on the smiling faces of the girls from beginning to end, as if Infected by the passionate dance, he also had a smile on his lips.

It was a bright, soft and charming smile that made people's eyes fall on his handsome face unconsciously, without even noticing that one of his hands was taken out of the purse of the windbreaker, and the middle finger was long. The small knife was playing in his palm, and when the crowd was stirring slightly, it quickly moved around the wrist of the man in black, the movement was sharp and elegant, and it was fleeting.

When the man came to his senses, Sasha had put away the knife and walked to another part of the crowd. The music reached its climax again, and everyone cheered. Sasha also showed a bright smile, turned around and waved to me.

"Rui Fan!" The light jumps on the frame of his golden glasses, he bends his eyes and calls out to me: "Does it look good?"

I nodded in a daze, then quickly ran towards him.

"It's beautiful! It's beautiful!"

Like two brothers who came to travel, we walked around the square. Sasha took a leaflet and introduced me to the surrounding historic buildings, and he made good comments. Soon we broke away from the crowd and came to the open space .

"Go back." Sasha suddenly took my hand: "He must die."

"How long does it take?"

"Within 24 hours, he will die of a heart attack." Sasha smiled: "Then we just need to be patient and wait for the news."

I nodded and was led by Sasha into a taxi.We were all silent in the car, and the street scene outside the window quickly receded. A congressman from the western world was about to withdraw from the stage of history.

Back at our rented apartment, Sasha took off his windbreaker and hung it on the hanger at the door. Inside he was a gray-blue shirt with thin dark gray stripes.Standing in front of the mirror, he unbuttoned the buttons one by one, slender neck slightly, and I saw a scar about five centimeters on the delicate skin.

Maybe it has been a long time, the color of this scar has faded, blending with the skin of his neck, only slightly raised, like a willow leaf falling on his neck.

"I have to take a shower, the smell in the crowd always makes me uncomfortable." He smiled at me, and I sat on the sofa and nodded in a daze, and then looked away the moment he took off his shirt.

He didn't care about my reaction, but went straight into the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of a shower, and when he came out, he was already wearing a khaki cotton pajamas.He didn't wear glasses, and his damp brown hair was curled on his forehead, like the yellow grass in the Luxembourg Gardens in autumn.

"It can be seen that you are not in a happy mood, maybe you need some time alone." He said lightly: "Then, I will go back to the bedroom first."

He went into his bedroom, the two-bedroom apartment that the KGB agency in Belgrade had prepared for us.Not luxurious, but comfortable, and I slumped on the couch, as he said, bored inside.

Sasha, the gentle and kind Sasha in my mind, killing people seems to be a common occurrence for him.This is already the third person I have seen him kill, always with a slight smile, with an umbrella, a knife, or even a needle, he can kill the target silently.

But he is none other than Sasha who I met as a doctor from the very beginning.

His hands that saved lives and healed the wounded were actually covered with so much blood.And my hand will soon be the same as his.

How contradictory and how sad.

I suddenly thought, if I was so painful and entangled in my heart, would Sasha, who was already deeply involved in it, have long been numb?

By the time I realized it, I was already standing at the door of his bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

He was half lying on the bed, reading under the floor lamp.Seeing me enter the room, he took off his glasses and pinched the corners of his eyes.

"Okay Rhine, don't look dull, just speak up if you have anything to say."

I pursed my lips tightly, I didn't know what to say, but I was drawn to his room unconsciously.He seemed patient, waiting for my words.

"You have worked hard." After a long time, I said without thinking, "You must be very sad."

I walked over in a strange way, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand, and there was warm moisture and subtle trembling in the palm of my hand.

"I can feel your pain, Sasha."

I spread his hand over my face.This life-saving hand had just killed someone, but it was still so soft against my cheek, as if I could feel the flow of life in it, coming and going.

I close my eyes and feel the hand carefully.I think Sasha must have opened her eyes wide, shocked at my inexplicable words and actions.

But he didn't withdraw his hand, instead he stroked me.

"Rhein, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes to look at him, and Sasha leaned forward with a slight smile.

"You are like this, what should I do if I am very excited?"

He suddenly put his arms around my neck, moved forward a little, and kissed me lightly and delicately.

His lips touched, and his breath softly puffed on my cheek.It was a very gentle kiss, without any skill, and it had nothing to do with desire, just as innocent as a child's kiss.

But he is kissing me.

I reacted and screamed, and the whole person stepped back like an electric shock, fell to the ground, and looked at him in shock.

He sat on the bed, pursed his lips and let out a muffled joyful laugh, as if my flustered look had given him great pleasure.

"So scared?" He smiled. "Are you afraid of me? Or Julian?"

He put down the book and lay back.

"Did Julian warn you not to have sex with me?"

I nodded honestly, and then shook my head quickly: "If he doesn't warn me, I can't sleep with you."

"Oh why?"

"Because..." I lowered my head in embarrassment: "That's disloyalty to love."

"Oh, that's right. Rhine is such a good boy."

He lowered his eyes and looked at me, all kinds of emotions mixed together, although he was still smiling, it made people feel an inexplicable coldness.

"Sasha, I...I'm 23 years old, I'm not a kid anymore." I got up from the ground, trying to make myself look more mature, and walked over to sit beside him: "I don't want to be caught Between you and Julian, because that guy Julian..."

Sasha bent his eyes and stroked my head: "Okay Rhine, don't worry about it, I think Julian allowed you to kiss me, you don't have to feel sorry."

My eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Sasha raised his eyebrows: "Because I know him well enough."

"But Sasha, why are you doing this?"

I frowned in confusion, wanting to ask for an answer.He was nice to me, but it wasn't love.But without love, why would he kiss me?

Sasha slowly looked away, and fell on Belgrade in the dark blue night outside the window. From here, you can see the sparkling Sava River flowing quietly under the night, and the boundless emotions seem to be immersed in the dark river bottom.

"Rhein, have you ever seen the Volga River in autumn?"

The corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were erratic, as if he had drifted into the distance.He didn't wait for my answer, and continued in a daze:

"The Volga River in autumn is like a warm-toned oil painting by Alexei Savrasov. The blood-red sunset spreads across the sky, and the sun shrouds the amber birch forest, and the brown leaves fall on the golden river water , swaying round and round ripples, like the golden necklaces on the neck of a noble lady."

"The autumn wind blows through the trees, and wild geese fly across the blue sky."

He seemed to be intoxicated by the memory and closed his eyes.

"Children are chasing and laughing, girls are picking mushrooms and firewood, and teenagers are walking side by side in the forest... They meet here, they part here..."

Sasha suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at me with a shocked and puzzled face, showed a faint smile, and reached out to caress my face.

"You made me think of all that."

"Rhein, that's all."

I shook my head in a daze: "I don't understand..."

He touched mine with his forehead: "Then don't understand."

He stared at me deeply, as if he wanted to pry into my restless soul, and my throat tightened, not because of unbearable thoughts, but because of deep fear, fear of everything I don't know.

This fear was not for Sasha, nor for Julian. It seemed unreasonable at the time, but later, I realized that sometimes people's instincts are so accurate.It was as if all the blood in his body had stagnated, touching the edge of a cloud of fog.If the hairs on your body are standing on end, the cruel truth is close.

I stood up abruptly and left Sasha's bedroom as if fleeing.