East Berlin's June Boat Song

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George obviously brought back great news. St. Anthony's Hospital in Karlshorst, the KGB headquarters, could feel the overflowing tension from outside.

I sat in the jeep waiting for Evgeny.For some reason, Julian asked me to pick him up and take him to the headquarters of the Soviet Army in Germany in Karlshorst.The distance between these two locations is not far, and Yevgeny, as the head of the KGB, naturally has no shortage of drivers. I was puzzled, but I didn't show any doubts.

The most taboo thing to be an agent is to ask why, because most of the time the so-called reasons are in the hands of the decision-makers.Once you figure out why you do what you do, then you yourself will be the next person's why.

Of course, this is a warning from Sasha.

So I honestly waited for him outside the hospital. The office building on the top floor was glowing with cold whiteness. At dusk, the air here was icy cold, and the fragrance of flowers in midsummer drifted against the law.A few years ago, I was reluctant to approach this place.But now, I am no different from them.

I can even yawn comfortably here, my eyelids are a little bit tired from the exhaustion after a day of working in the Stasi, but luckily, Evgeny came out soon.

"Hello, little Rhine." He opened the car door with a smile and sat in the co-pilot, and then his expression became ugly: "This car is old, and its maneuverability is not very good."

I shrugged: "It's fine if you can drive it."

"Next time, ask the general to match you with a better one."

"Then our Minister Milk will be mad with rage."

I imagined Milk's distraught look, he was overjoyed, started the engine and stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep slowly drove out of the hospital parking lot.

"This time we really have to thank you very much." Evgeny gave me a meaningful look: "It's not you, we can't see George."

I yawned and said nonchalantly, "This is what I should do. After all, it was Julian's order."

"Um, um, yes, hehe, that's right." He bent his eyes and smiled, as if some conjecture had been confirmed with joy.

"What's wrong?"

He raised his good-looking eyebrows: "The British follow tradition, the French pay attention to fashion, and you Germans neither follow tradition nor pursue fashion. You only care about loyalty, and your temperament is obedience. This is deeply rooted in your Germanic national genes. Yes, is it?"

He stared at me with a smile, and I keenly caught a trace of scrutiny and sharpness in his friendly and kind eyes.

Instantly I understood.

I restrained my expression and nodded: "Of course I understand."

"That's good." He calmed down, looked away, and lay back idly: "Then, tell me how you found our Diomede and how you brought him back. How? Where did you go? How much did you spend? Oh, little Rhine, don’t be impatient and don’t mind. This is a necessary process. Of course, the arrangement for you to pick me up naturally also went through the general Approval. Dear, can you go into details? We have enough time."

I think I didn't hide my gradually icy smile, but I didn't refuse his request either.After all, Yevgeny is not only my friend—of course, the friend I consider myself is also the head of the KGB in East Germany, a top KGB colonel, and a serious figure.On the surface, he is subservient to Julian, but to some extent, he is also a kind of check and balance for Julian here.After all, wasn't the Cheka, the predecessor of the KGB, the first to purge and supervise internal personnel?I get it, because so was the Stasi, modeled after the KGB.

It is not under the control of any party and is directly subordinate to the central government.

I smiled, met his gaze, and told him all about my trip to Poland, down to what I ate for three meals a day, how many hours I slept, etc., as long as I remember Yes, I told him everything, except the day in Lodz.

Yes, that day, I lied about my secret, only claiming that because of George's health we had to take a break there for the day, and that I was going out to check on the Polish policemen.

I don’t know why, but I boldly concealed such an important piece of information. I don’t know if George has told them about it. If George had told them in advance, I’m sure I will face unexpected and horrible punishment.

But after Yevgeny listened patiently and meticulously, he nodded in satisfaction, patted me on the shoulder and said "hard work", then got out of the car and walked towards the headquarters building.

Looking at his back, my heart beat wildly, both determined and remorseful, knowing that I would lose all their trust in me because of one lie, and no one knew better than me what would happen to an agent who lost their trust.

After all, that's what I deal with.

I was sitting in the car in a daze, when suddenly the door slammed shut, I was startled, and then I saw George looking at me with a smile.

"I know what you're thinking and what you're worried about, but I'm here to tell you that your secret can only be your secret." He leaned close to my ear and said softly, "I said, I will always stand by your side."

He suddenly kissed me on the cheek and wanted to jump out of the car before I could answer, so I grabbed him.

"Thank you, George."

He winked at me: "Thanks are useless."

He smirked a few times, then got out of the car and walked towards the headquarters.

I went back to the white mansion, had a simple dinner with Ansolov, went straight up to the third floor, took a shower and lay down on the sofa for a nap.Although Evgeny was gentle enough to me, that kind of "interrogation" was really exhausting.I usually play the role of the interrogator, but today it was reversed.

After waking up, I heard the sound of splashing water, a hazy light came out of the bathroom, and the mist filled the air. I rubbed my eyes and saw Julian coming out wearing a bathrobe.

He walked up to me and looked at me silently, the silence showed his bad mood.His blue eyes were calm, he stretched out his hand to touch my face, his eyes were not hot on me, but he still unbuttoned his bathrobe and pressed me under him.

Breathing low as if a storm was brewing, he held me tight.I could feel his body shudder slightly as his hotness explored its depths.

During the process, he suddenly stopped and turned my face to look at him.

"You don't feel anything tonight?"

My heart trembled, and I squeezed out a smile: "I'm a little tired..."

"Well, forget it." He stood up abruptly, and his sudden withdrawal made me tremble a few times.

"Hey, this is not good." I said shyly, "It's not good for your health. It is said that the blood congestion takes too long, and if you don't get it out, it will affect your physiological functions..."

My voice became smaller and smaller, and I raised my eyes to look at him with some confidence.And he looked down at me condescendingly, with no emotion in his eyes.After a long time, the ice and snow on his expression melted and he relaxed.

Sitting down, he picked me up, put my head on his lap, and massaged my temples.

"I know you don't like that, but that's the KGB rule. George is a very important person to us, and there's no room for mistakes."

His voice was gentle, and the movements of his hands were gentle.This was the first time he gave me a massage. The touch of the fingertips was delicate and the pressure was even, which made me feel so comfortable.

"Well, it's actually okay." I lay on his lap and said coquettishly, "It's just that too many things have happened recently, and the matter of Natasha is still being suppressed by Milk."

"He has a reason."

"Um……"

Julian kissed my face and chuckled in my ear: "Do you know what I was thinking when I stood up just now?"

I shook my head: "I don't know."

"I was wondering if you changed your mind in Poland." He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I know you are a womanizer. You used to be infatuated with me and Sasha, but now there is a young and beautiful George, What, do you dislike me for being old?"

I turned my head to look up at him, rolling my eyes by the way.

"I think there should be a mirror in the bathroom." I reached out and pinched his chin, turned around, and looked carefully: "I sometimes wonder if Sasha has researched some anti-aging medicine, and you two have been taking it secretly , I’ve known you for so many years, and I’ve known Sasha for several years, why don’t you stay the same?”

I grinned and said angrily, "If you really want this medicine, remember to give me some, don't let me grow old alone."

"You're still young." He put a kiss on my lips, and then stroked my face: "You can't change your mind, you know?"

"Unless there is someone more beautiful than you in this world." I raised my eyebrows.

"There won't be." He smiled gently: "Because I will kill him as soon as he appears."

"So cruel?"

"Well. Because you are mine, Rhine, remember, you can only be mine."

My heart was beating violently. This kind of words and expressions with strong possessiveness made my heart beat in the past, but for some reason today, an emotion that I had never felt before rushed into my heart suddenly, which made me feel a trace of inexplicable fear .

"You always say that, as if you will lose me, but why do you lose me?" I stroked his bright red lips, and looked into the depths of his green eyes.

He was startled, then smiled: "I said, because you are still young, and your young heart is always restless."

He leaned down and kissed me, whispering softly: "Quickly promise me..."

I hooked his neck and said with a smile: "Of course, I am yours, I have always been yours."

"So, are you still tired?"

He tilted his head slightly, stretched his white and slender neck like a swan, and looked at me with glamorous eyes, and every angle of his mouth was called "seduction".

Which man can resist the seduction of a top beauty?

tired?It doesn't exist, I am ready to go now, and even have the urge to push him down, but I know very well that this is just a wild fantasy, so I honestly leaned forward and kissed his sweet and soft lips.

Then my lord general took over all the dominance, and turned all the respite into a beautiful song on this beautiful and humid night.