East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Standing in the auditorium of the University of Berlin, I saw the young and wise face in the photo smiling faintly at me.This face is seven to eight times like mine - gray-blue eyes, light brown hair, and a smile full of kindness and tenderness.

Who would have thought that this person was making that kind of terrifying weapon that could harvest the lives of 10,000+ people?

Randall Mueller, yes, that's "Randall" under my alias during the mission.

With his first name as my surname, do I still miss him?I thought that Anna's death was a reunion with him, but it turned out that Anna left alone.This man, my father, is alive and well, in the far east, in the snowy east.

But can I find him again?

"I guessed the relationship between you and him the first time I saw you." Allen walked up to me: "You look too similar, but you have always kept this school at arm's length."

"Have you investigated him?" I turned to look at him.

"No, I just asked the professors. After all, he is very famous, isn't he? But no one wants to get into trouble, and they are only willing to say a few words, but you can guess a lot from the fragmented information. "Alan climbed onto my shoulder: "You want to see him, but in fact, you still love him very much in your heart."

"Maybe." I raised the corners of my lips, "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to have the hope of meeting each other. After all, with my current status, I can't say which time I will die when I perform a mission."

Allen shrugged: "Then remember to notify me when the time comes, and I will try my best to rescue you."

I grinned, then took out the silver crucifix-carved necklace from my coat pocket, and handed it to him: "A gift for you, a little thing from Dresden."

Allen took the necklace in surprise: "Dresden? Did you go there?"

"Well, Sasha took me to a very beautiful village called Geheimnis. It's really hidden. It's in a valley beside the Elbe River. He helped me choose it. I don't have that good vision."

Alan's eyes flickered, and he hugged me excitedly: "Thank you so much, Little Rhine, you don't know how much I miss Dresden, the Elbe River, the forests and villages there."

He seemed to be unable to contain his joy, so he held my face and sucked it a few times. Seeing his excited appearance, the haze in my heart was swept away, and I felt happy to be able to bring him joy.

However, before he recovered from the excitement, a pretty figure appeared in our peripheral vision.

"Natasha?" I pushed Alan away.

Natasha stood under the warm sunlight shining through the huge French windows in the auditorium. In winter, her long wavy hair hung down to her waist, and her deep blue eyes seemed to ripple the blue waves of Walden Lake. This fierce Soviet woman He actually became as gentle as water, watching me quietly.

"Are you back from your trip?" She stepped forward and gave me a kiss on the face.

I responded to her, and then saw Alan still happily playing with the necklace I gave him, almost turning a blind eye to Natasha.

"It's beautiful, you have a good eye." Natasha said to me.

"No, it was chosen by another friend." I smirked a few times, and then tugged at Alan, who suddenly woke up, then rushed to Natasha, smiled and said, "This is from Dresden." !"

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled: "It's a beautiful place, Alan, you know I've been expecting you to take me back to Dresden."

"Really?" Allen suddenly froze his smile and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you really want to go to Dresden?"

"What do you think?" Natasha stepped forward and hugged Alan: "At least, this is something that should be done between boyfriend and girlfriend, isn't it? You have to take me to your hometown to see, didn't you say you want to have sex with me?" Are you married?"

Allen stroked Natasha's wavy blonde hair: "You don't want to go, Natasha. You should go back to Sochi, or somewhere more beautiful. East Berlin is not for you."

"Is that right for you, Alan?"

Natasha's smile turned sad, she stared into Alan's eyes, and then placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'm leaving, you and Rhine have a good chat." Natasha glanced at me: "I think you have something to talk about."

Allen's smile froze on his face.

This inexplicable atmosphere made me very uncomfortable, and I thought that Natasha might have misunderstood something.

"Did you fight?" I asked Ellen.

Allen shrugged, and his expression became cynical again: "Women, turn your face like a book, how do you know what she is thinking."

"I probably won't be able to understand women in my life. Hey, it's easier for men after all."

I snorted and snorted: "That's not necessarily true, I think men are troublesome."

"What? Is that general of yours making you unhappy again?"

I was silent, and then asked: "Alan, there is a difference between liking and love, right? You said that love is about going to bed, so if he is willing to go to bed with me, if he likes to go to bed with me, he must love me."

"Why do you suddenly doubt his love for you?"

"I don't know, I just think that maybe he likes me, but he doesn't love me." I smiled with the corners of my mouth open: "Is it annoying for people like me? What love comes and goes? It's obviously more important to us than me." There are too many important things about love.”

"Like?"

"For example, he is in a high position and manages so many troops, and I, even though I am only a small police chief, have to protect the security of the country and prevent the infiltration of spies."

Allen smiled and grabbed my shoulders: "My little Rhine, you will understand one day that none of this conflicts with love. I can't give you a clear answer, but I only know one thing. This kind of big man no longer values ​​the development process of things, but only cares about the final result."

"The final result is that you are together. Do you understand? You are together, and he treats you very well. This is the result. You have to cherish this result."

"I feel like you're talking nicely about him?"

"Have it?"

"Yes, there has always been."

"Then I'm going to shut up!"

Allen squeezed my shoulders with a smile, and we walked out of the auditorium together. The winter sun was pouring down, and the cold air instantly washed my dull lungs, and the fresh air immediately cleared my mind.

That's right, why bother with so much.

Are you together now?

I smirked a few times, thinking that I should not be a little bitch.Hey, I'm a big man!

"Come on," I said to Ellen, "Go get some sherry, I know you like it best."

"Sheriff Mueller is so generous!"

We walked shoulder to shoulder towards the tavern, and told Allen about the beautiful places I had visited in the past six months. Of course, nothing related to the task was mentioned.Only the lingering beauty of the city and countryside, which I depicted like a painter, he listened with gusto and kept expressing his admiration for me.When he finally got drunk, he actually got into my arms and cried like a child.

I think Allen was probably driven crazy by that Rembrandt professor.

On New Year’s Eve in 1955, Karlshorst held a New Year’s party as usual, and Shostakovich’s Second Waltz fluttered in the crystal bright lights. I and a group of Stasi executives led by Milk were invited attended this banquet.To be honest, in this resplendent ballroom built by Jews left over from before the war, everything seems so bourgeois.

But to remove these huge crystal chandeliers and golden wallpaper, in order to look like a Bolshevik, it will consume a lot of working-class labor, which is really not worth the candle.So, a group of Marxists drank champagne and red wine, and toasted to the waltz to celebrate the arrival of the new year. I thought that if there were spies here, they would definitely feel at home.

I sat in the corner of the banquet with a glass of champagne.

On the stage, Yevgeny, the director of the KGB stationed in Karlshorst, was giving an impassioned speech, and Julian was sitting in the front seat. If it weren't for the blessing of the Soviet Red Army uniform, he would be like an old nobleman. prince.

- Tchaikovsky The Prince in Swan Lake.

Tsk, I smirked and shook my head, I couldn't help feeling that my lover is so beautiful and dazzling, I must be favored by God.

Sasha has already returned to Moscow. On the eve of the New Year, we all received New Year gifts from Sasha from Moscow. He thoughtfully chose a cashmere scarf for each of us.

After drinking champagne, the speech was over, and it was time for the most anticipated dance.I put my arms around Sonia's waist and spun with her in the rhythm of the second waltz. She was as nimble as a little tit, and was about to fly to the top of the mountain in the music.The tunes of the old Russian period are always moving, and soon the banquet hall is full of joyful atmosphere.

After dancing a few dances, I nodded to Julian who was sitting quietly drinking at the table, and then I left Karlshorst with a few boxes of caviar, a bottle of champagne, and some bread and butter. Straight to Stasi Prison 17.

I can't let my dear Sheriff spend the New Year alone in the prison, so I drank with him until midnight in the prison, and talked until the warden, who usually doesn't give us a good face, couldn't help but join in , drank the bottle of champagne I brought.Of course, what attracted him the most was caviar, the favorite of the Soviets. It was only available to the top Soviet officials, and it was a good thing that ordinary people could not eat.

Suddenly, five years have passed.It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed too much.I stood by the window and missed Misha who didn't know where, and only hoped that I could see him soon.

My usual pretentiousness with Milk also gave me some peaceful days. At least I practiced to bow and salute with a smile in the face of ridicule and teasing. After all, my nervous minister gradually felt that It's meaningless.

When spring comes, gray pigeons hover over East Berlin in the blue sky, the fragrance of cornflowers floats in the air, and the warm sunshine falls on the newly built modern buildings.

The Berlin Cathedral is bathed in divine radiance, and a newlyweds are having their wedding ceremony, smiling happily.

Everything is peaceful, and I like the calm.

That day, I went home from the headquarters temporarily, but I didn't expect to meet Natasha standing in the living room.She stood silently in front of the window, with golden waist-length hair scattered on a milky white cotton dress, and she was wrapped in a Kashmiri blanket, like a pure and sad Virgin.

"Rhein, are you back?"

"Are you waiting for Ellen?" I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger.

Natasha shook her head with a smile, unprecedented gentleness, with a hazy and sad expression like mist, I think the sun should have fainted this emotion.

"I'm waiting for you," she said.

I was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

Natasha stepped forward, and I saw her beautiful eyes filled with tears, revealing an unprecedented fragility, just like a rose soaked by rain, with the remaining fragmented petals.

"Rhein, you are Alan's good friend, aren't you?" She caressed my face, feeling a little affectionate.

I nodded in bewilderment.

"Then can you bring me a sentence? Just tell him..."

She suddenly lowered her head and smiled shyly, which was nothing like her usual self.A bad premonition welled up in my heart, and I grabbed her hand suddenly: "What do you want to bring? He'll be home soon, you can tell yourself!"

She looked at me tenderly: "Rhein, it's too late, it's too late, I have to go to a far away place, to a far away place, maybe, maybe I won't see you again in the future."

With tears in her eyes, she smiled and squeezed my hand tightly: "Promise me, when Alan comes back, tell him for me that I really love him. It's true."

"No, tell yourself..."

Natasha squeezed my hand: "Isn't there no time? Alright Rhine, I beg you."

She stared at me deeply, and in her dark blue pupils, I saw a convincing expression and an extremely firm determination.Perhaps, I think, this beautiful girl is really going on a long journey.

Infected by her emotions, I said in a trembling voice: "I will bring it for you, but I believe that Alan will definitely want to hear it with his own ears, because, because he also loves you."

"Really?" She suddenly became a little excited, and large pieces of brilliance welled up in her tearful eyes.

"Really! You're the longest girlfriend he's ever had! He must love you as much as you love him!"

Natasha hugged me suddenly, and tears rushed into my arms like a string of scattered beads.

"Thank you, Rhine." She tremblingly kissed me on the cheek, crying: "I will miss you too, Rhine. I'm sorry, Rhine. I'm sorry..."

"Natasha..."

I supported her in surprise, and just about to ask her why she apologized, but she let go of me, ran to the door as lightly as a swallow, waved to me as brightly and charmingly as before, and blew a passionate kiss.

"Goodbye, Rhine."

I heard her say.

"Goodbye."