East Berlin's June Boat Song

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The plane landed at a military parking lot in the northern suburbs of Warsaw, Poland. After we got off the plane, we were received by the Polish military and accompanied by an air force major general, we went to the aircraft factory of PZL in Warsaw.

As an aircraft manufacturing company that produced the PZL series of fighter jets that caused the German Air Force to suffer heavy setbacks during World War II, it was attached to the Soviet communist system after the war and turned to almost Sovietization in weapon development.We have seen a large number of Su-type aircraft in the aircraft factory. The products of the Sukhoi Design Bureau can be found everywhere here. The latest "Su-7" fighter jet has begun test flight. We stood by the airport and looked at the The fighter flew into the blue sky like a seagull, and then flew down to the ground, completing a series of difficult maneuvers.

This latest single-seat single-engine fighter-bomber showed us its perfect performance. I saw a lot of praise in Julian's beautiful eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised, which did not conceal his joy and pride.

After a whole day of patrolling the aircraft factory, Julian didn't seem to feel tired at all. I rarely saw him so energetic, and Sonia and I accompanied him all the way.To my surprise, Julian also speaks fluent Polish.

As expected of a person from the Cheka, I couldn't help sighing in my heart.You must know that as a senior secretary, foreign languages ​​have always been a compulsory course for Sonia, which means that we do not have an interpreter, so I am the only one in the fog all day long.

I really suffered from lack of culture.

Back at the hotel we stayed in downtown Warsaw at night, I don’t know who arranged the accommodation, but even arranged Julian and me in the same suite. I think it must be the caring Sonia.

But Julian said it was him.

"I ordered it." He came out of the bathroom, seemingly in a good mood: "I haven't brought you out for so many years."

"What? Are you guilty?" I admired his beautiful body, put my arms around his waist with a smile, and touched his waist full of lust. "It suddenly occurred to me that we only did it in the piano room." I muttered dissatisfied.

"So we arranged it together." He pursed his lips and smiled lightly, then kissed my cheek: "Hey, go take a shower first."

Excitedly, I walked into the bathroom, showered myself, and rushed out to pin him on the bed while he was taking a sip of vodka.

"Do you know that sometimes when you change places, you will have new feelings?" I bit his neck.

He bent his eyes and laughed in a low voice: "Really? Are you very experienced?"

I blushed: "This is not..."

"You have slept with many girls before." He lay on the bed and stroked my head: "But now I can only sleep with you."

"Wow!" I slapped him hard twice: "It's too much! If it weren't for my true love for you, a carefree person like me would not know how many times I have been chic."

"No, you can only sleep with me." He ordered softly.

I smiled sinisterly: "What about you? Who else can sleep with?"

"Didn't I sleep with you?"

"No." I kissed his tear mole: "I'm talking about the bottom, honey, you don't know how attractive you are on the bed, a beauty like you..."

He pursed his lips and smiled again, his eyes sparkling: "So, you have already practiced martial arts?"

He hooked my neck, his eyes turned thousands of times, and he was so charming that he almost took my soul away: "Then why don't we try?"

My eyes widened, and I was overjoyed and asked, "Try what?!"

"Fighting technique."

I split open with a bang, and after two moves with him, in the third move, my elbows were ruthlessly pinched on my back, and he pressed me on the bed.

"It's still very weak." He smiled, and then pulled out the belt of my nightgown.

Oh, what a shame.

However, it is really comfortable for someone to be gentle.

I was lying on the bed dripping with sweat, with him on my chest.He always does this after finishing, revealing a different fragility than before.

There is an inexplicable sense of fragmentation, which I can't describe. The aftertaste of the orgasm turned his face into a sunset-like rose red, and the sweat covered his forehead densely. When he was talking to me, he occasionally raised his eyes to look at me, just like a child. Showing a pitiful look.

How could this be the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany?I caress his soft hair, at this moment he is just my lover, a lover who needs my care.

"Why do you like to sleep on my chest?" I looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and asked in a daze.

"Because it was the first time I was held in your chest."

"The first time? I remember you hugging me after the first time."

He laughed twice: "I'm talking about the first time we met."

He looked up and looked at me with amazing green eyes: "You were a child, hugged me in the trenches, and blocked the explosion with your own body."

"I still remember the sound of your heart beating at that time, it was frighteningly fast." He stroked my chest: "Just like now, after each end, your heart beats like this."

"I love hearing that sound."

I was a little surprised, I inserted my hand into his silver-gold hair, and gently kneaded: "You were so beautiful at that time, so beautiful that it was shocking, so beautiful that I unconsciously wanted to protect you."

"Really?" He slowly propped himself up and pressed me under him: "But why do I feel that even if I have been disfigured at that time, you will save me and protect me?"

He stroked my cheek: "Because you fell in love with me at that time."

"It was God's will, a bomb dropped you from the sky and sent you to me. Did you know that, in the old Eastern language, it was 'marriage', and in the words of Christ, it was 'the will of the Lord' ’, in the words of our Soviets, this is ‘inevitability in chance’.”

He touched my lips and stared at me: "You love me, Rhine, you fell in love with me from the first moment you saw me."

My heart was both sad and moved, because what he said was right, I fell in love with him from the first moment I saw him.In the following six years of separation, in the muddle-headed days, I couldn't forget him, and imagined that kind of slow-burning mood as hatred, but I didn't know that hatred was just a derivative of love.

I love him, I really do love him, I didn't dare to admit that I loved him because I was afraid that I didn't have the right to love him.

But, does he love me?

I looked deeply into his pair of green eyes, the affection was so deep that it was about to condense into water drops, and for a moment, I even felt that he was talking ironically.

But I didn't dare to think about it, I just hooked his neck and kissed him back, warm and crazy, as if to confirm what he just said, I vented my love without restraint.

All emotions seemed to turn into a bottomless vortex, which kept me sinking in this night.

The next day, we had breakfast together in the room.Dip bread with Polish-style goulash sauce and drink freshly boiled hot milk.

"The fighters will be sent to East Germany."

He casually uttered military secrets so suddenly I almost spit out the milk.

"Hey, it's not good to tell me these things..." I said awkwardly: "Also, you can't guarantee that there are no bugs here. You have to know that the CIA people are also crazy about upgrading bugs."

"I know, but it doesn't matter." He looked up at me: "You are my person, I can tell you, even if they listen to it, it doesn't matter."

"Huh? Why?"

"This is a good warning, isn't it?" He smiled meaningfully, and sent a small piece of beef to his mouth like an aristocrat, chewing and swallowing slowly.

"We are preparing to strengthen the armed forces in East Germany."

"Ulbricht would not agree."

"If he'd been a wise man, he wouldn't have interfered."

"But why?" I said, "Hasn't Khrushchev been implementing a loose policy since he came to power? He said that the GDR should be truly independent..."

Julian pursed his lips and chuckled: "Do you still believe what politicians say?"

I looked at him suspiciously: "To be honest, you are also a politician."

"I'm a soldier."

I laughed: "Putting you in this position, you are not just a soldier! Military strategists are politicians these days."

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"By the way, why did you bring me to Poland? It can't be as simple as bringing a bed partner." I smirked: "Although I know my skills are very good."

"Do you still need technology to lie on your stomach?"

I snorted dissatisfiedly, and he smiled smugly, and then said, "I need you to help me find someone and bring them to me."

"Who?"

"Mole."

I frowned suspiciously, and he kindly explained further.

"George Blake, code-named 'Mole', a key MI[-] intelligence agent."

"British?"

He narrowed his eyes and stared at me, and then the corners of his mouth raised into a sly arc. After experiencing the initial doubts, I caught the true meaning in this smile, and when I blurted out, I hurriedly covered my mouth.

I stood up, leaned close to his ear, and asked in a very low voice, "Is that what I think?"

"Yes, Rhine."

He hooked my neck and whispered in my ear, "He's in Poland, bring him to me."

"The only one I can trust is you. Rhine."

"only you."

I nodded solemnly, thinking that this was a big job.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked.

"There is still a meeting in Warsaw. You know that the Federal Republic of Germany was absorbed into NATO last October, hehe." Julian shook his head: "This is a provocation, and we will not sit idly by."

"So, I'll stay until May 5th. If you haven't brought him back by then, bring him back to Karlshorst, understand?"

"Understood." I kissed him on the cheek.

"This is the first time you have given me a specific task, and I will not let you down."

"I believe."

He looked at me with a smile, his eyes seemed to carry the weight of trust.

Because he only believes in me.

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PS: PZL: Polish National Aircraft Manufacturing Company, now Polish Airlines.

Sukhoi Design Bureau: Aviation design company in the Soviet era, now Sukhoi Aviation

West Germany, the Federal Republic of Germany, joined NATO in October 1954.Therefore, at the Warsaw Conference in May 10, countries such as the Soviet Union, Poland, and the Democratic Germany (East Germany) signed the "Warsaw Treaty" to form a military alliance, the Warsaw Pact.It was this meeting that Julian was going to attend.