East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Then we left Belgrade for Vienna, the music capital shrouded in mist.

We never said anything about our kiss that night.It's just that every time after killing someone, Sasha will always hold my hand, which is very natural, as if it should be so.

Either he finishes killing it or I kill it.

In short, our target is a huge organization that has inextricable ties to MI[-], and even has close ties to Ukrainian nationalist groups.And as we got deeper, we became targets and were hunted down.But Sasha didn't seem to care at all, he just said lightly, it should be.

This is the world of spies, constantly obtaining intelligence, constantly intercepting intelligence, constantly killing spies, and constantly becoming spies.

He said that I have to adapt to this kind of life. On that day, he suddenly got up and said that he would go to the Vienna Golden Hall to listen to the concert. When he brought two tickets, I was throwing up in the bathroom holding the toilet, because I recalled in my dream It recalled the experience of killing a young female agent the day before.

That MI6 female agent took away the list of our lurking personnel in Vienna, and the highest military rank on it was up to Lieutenant Colonel. Espresso, said with regret: "It's a pity, she should have survived."

Sasha raised his eyes and smiled at me: "So, this time it's your turn, okay?"

He raised his eyebrows playfully: "You have to know, in fact, at my level, I seldom do this kind of thing, but Julian is really worried about you, and of course, I am too, so I took such a Tasks, even playing in person. But Rhine, watching from the sidelines will never compare to the experience and experience that the actual operation brings to you. You can only improve your skills if you do it over and over again, understand?"

I opened the corner of my mouth, my face was as pale as paper: "Do you want to improve the skills of how to kill people?"

Sasha's eyes trembled: "This is a necessary skill for an agent. The point is, it leaves no trace and is silent."

I drank my coffee in one gulp, picked up my umbrella and walked out of the cafe.

She was walking towards me in a green ruffled shirt. Even though she was holding an umbrella, her blond curly hair was still wet from the rain and curled up on her thin shoulders.The color faded from the lips, and there was a little panic in the blue eyes.This girl my age was terrified that this list entrusted to her by a dead colleague would take away her living life.

When the green light came on, I crossed the road with the crowd, and when I passed her, the umbrella drooped slightly, not only blocking my face, but also brushing her delicate neck imperceptibly.

Sasha said that rainy days are the best time to commit crimes.

For the umbrella in my hand, when it is opened, there is a needle that can control the expansion and contraction hidden at the tip of each rib. When it is closed, the end of the umbrella handle is a sharp blade.This is not surprising, but this ordinary umbrella, the poison flowing in the skeleton is the poison that Sasha personally concocted.

If you want to act secretly, investigate some hidden dangers in the opponent's body in advance, and make a catalyst for this kind of disease, so that he will quickly fall ill and die. Naturally, the police and doctors can't find any clues; or use the frightening Ami Bacillus, let the target die of cholera symptoms within 36 hours after inhalation; or ricin toxin, which can precisely control the time of death, is wrapped in wax, and after injection, the wax is melted by the body's own body temperature to release the poison.

If it needs to act as a deterrent, it will be even better. The cyanide is directly killed on the spot.

For example, this beautiful but poor girl covered her neck in horror, took two steps, and fell to the ground with a bang.This is not over yet, because a car honking its horn is about to drive towards the crowd due to "out of control". In the panic and exclamation, I quickly lifted the girl's satchel to my hand, and then naturally returned to the coffee shop and sat down. In front of the smiling Sasha.

"Very good." Sasha smiled and took a sip of coffee: "But if you don't have this car, can you get the satchel?"

He stood up and walked over to me, kissed my forehead covered with icy cold rain, and took my trembling hand.

"go home."

So I started to have nightmares, Sasha said, he would give me time, and when I recovered, he would start teaching how to make poisons and antidotes, obtain information and crack codes.

Later we went to the Golden Hall in Vienna together. I almost finished listening to the Mozart symphony concert with a weak body, but Sasha was in good spirits. He stared at the concert hall in front of him, smiling ecstatically, his eyes were bright, as if melting There was a puddle of snow water.

He said he liked Mozart, then touched my pale cheek and kissed me in the light.I didn't respond to him, he didn't care, just looked at me with a slight smile.

"You're starting to be afraid of me." Sasha lowered his eyes, and the lights in the golden hall cast a halo on him, looking like a devout saint in the Sistine Chapel.

"But do you know?" He pursed his lips and smiled: "Julian and I are the same in this kind of thing, but our styles are different. He likes to use knives, guns, blood and brains to shoot everywhere, facing He would always laugh peacefully at such a bloody scene. So, Rhine, he still likes you, otherwise why would I teach you?"

I opened the corner of my mouth and smiled: "Am I afraid of you? Maybe, I am afraid of myself."

Sasha smiled dotingly: "Then I really can't do anything about you, Rhine, let's put an end to the killing, but I want you to understand that the most important thing for you is to learn how to kill people is how not to be killed." Someone else will kill it."

"For example, be careful on rainy days, right?"

"Yes, yes, my dear little Rhine. We will, and so will the enemy. And if not, they will soon learn."

He stared into my eyes, "Do you understand?"

I nodded and he took me in his arms.

Next, I started a series of actions under Sasha's training, such as deliberately attracting MI6 and avoiding the assassination by its top agents, sneaking into the Austrian Ministry of Foreign Trade to get their recent foreign trade transaction details, and even placing a bug in the Under the desk of the ambassador's office at the British embassy in Vienna, a Ukrainian nationalist group's stronghold in Vienna was beheaded...

What's more, I inherited Sasha's pharmacy almost perfectly.Maybe it's because I have a medical background, or maybe I'm a gifted agent according to Sasha, but always, in the laboratory specially arranged for us by the KGB agency in Vienna, he conducted a long-term investigation on me. One month of endless training.

Sasha taught me his years of research unreservedly. Both I and he were exhausted. Later, I had no intention of going back to the comfortable apartment, and more often I slept on the spot.

The considerate KGB prepared two iron beds for us, but carelessly gave us only one quilt.So we can only sleep in one bed, of course, just sleep.

Sasha didn't do anything but hold hands and kiss me, and he wouldn't touch me even when I was sleeping under the covers.It's just that I'm always attracted by his slender, white neck and peaceful face, and hide my instinctive reaction in embarrassment.

But fortunately, tiredness will overcome all unwanted desires, and eventually they will enter a deep sleep safely.

Time flies, and five months have passed in a blink of an eye, and our last stop is Budapest, which is full of charm.It was summer, and Andrassy Avenue cast a thick green shade, and the summer wind carried a sweet fragrance. Following this sweetness, we came to a shop with a red and white shed and bought two ice creams.

Sasha seemed to be in a good mood, picking out the citrus flavor, the orange ice cream glowing milky in the sun.He was wearing a light beige linen shirt with the cuffs rolled up at the elbows, exposing his white arms with faint veins.There is a brown embossed belt on the white trousers. Of course, the beige sun hat that suits him very well is what I chose for him.

He is suitable for this kind of gentle and gentle tone, which is my favorite tone.

And I, said Sasha, always acted like a little rascal.I may not be able to get rid of the ruffian atmosphere on my body. I don't like to wear shirts. I always wear the simplest gray long sleeves, and then a random pair of jeans, wearing a pair of sunglasses, like an American boy.

In short, when the two of us stood on the side of the road and ate ice cream, we always attracted meaningful eyes.The girls winked at us playfully, and the white thighs under the skirts made my heart flutter.Sasha was always a proper gentleman, and I couldn't help whistling a word or two to the girls.

"Are you going to get married in the future?" Sasha asked suddenly.

"Married?!" I took a bite of the ice cream, "I never thought about it."

"You're not married, are you?"

I turned to look at him, and suddenly realized that this is a very important question. Sasha and Julian are so outstanding, why have they been single until now?

The appearance is one in a million, and the identity is needless to say. After thinking about it, it can only be a matter of personality.Julian's surly temper is understandable, but Sasha...

Tsk, there is no woman who is not fascinated by him.

"The KGB is not suitable for marriage." He rolled his eyes and smiled, nodding at a girl who winked at him.

"Then I'm not suitable either." I shrugged: "My marriage is simply a disaster for others."

"So you plan to stay with Julian forever?"

He turned to look at me and asked directly. I pursed my lips and nodded solemnly: "As long as he doesn't dump me, I will always be with him."

Sasha reached out and rubbed my hair: "That's great, eat it quickly, the ice cream is going to melt."

I ate the ice cream, Sasha looked at me with a smile, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the lotion dripping from the corner of my mouth.In the eyes of others, we are such good brothers, or friends.But only we know that the relationship between us cannot be explained by a single term.

Brothers and friends don't hold hands and kiss, but lovers don't stop at holding hands and kissing.

But I can't figure out this inexplicable feeling, maybe it's because I avoid it and don't want to face it directly. I'm a despicable person. When I'm with him, my heart is pounding, but I can't forget Julian's green eyes with scrutiny.What am I guilty of?What are you afraid of?Subconsciously not thinking about it, that's how I handle it.

We left this beautiful city after getting the information we wanted from an exiled politician in a tavern in Budapest. The day before we left, we walked on the banks of the Danube.The summer wind mixed with humidity rushed towards my face, and Sasha suddenly hugged me in his arms.

"Before we go back to Karlshorst, you can go somewhere with me."

He bent over my ear, and the air of his breath fluttered on my cheek, making me itchy.

"Okay." I wrapped my arms around his waist.

So we boarded the train to Dresden.

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PS: PS: MI6, British Army Intelligence Six (MI6=MilitaryIntelligence6), foreign intelligence agency, generally known as MI[-].During the Cold War, it was closely connected with the CIA of the United States and jointly fought against the KGB.

Ukrainian nationalist organization: It is not easy to explain, in short, it is anti-Soviet