East Berlin's June Boat Song

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I was so surprised that I couldn't close my teeth, and my memory instantly returned to the words that Alan said when he left my house and when he died in my arms two years ago, the person he loved...

"So, are you interrogating me?" I stared straight at him, my eyes turning cold.

Julian pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "How come, we all know what you know, who Alan has befriended, we know more than you."

My heart sank, I didn't know whether I should tell Julian about Alan's last words.Tell him, I'm sorry Alan, don't tell him, I'm sorry for my identity as the deputy director of the East German Ministry of Security's Anti-espionage and Investigation Division.

Seeing that I was frowning tightly, Julian rubbed my head: "Don't think too much, I won't ask you any questions. The reason why I tell you is that I don't want to hide anything from you."

His eyes fell on the cross on my chest, and he said softly, "After all, I know you are very good friends."

"Besides..." He bent down and pressed me on the sofa, and whispered softly as he clung to me charmingly, "I've always wanted your forgiveness."

Dejectedly, I held the cross on my chest and accepted Julian's kiss.He saw that I was absent-minded, so he picked me up.

"Your gunshot wound is not healed, I can't bear to play with you."

"I'm also looking into the matter of your assassination. Before that, you should take good care of your wounds, you know?"

I restrained my thoughts and forced myself to maintain a calm mind. I couldn't let this fox leak any tricks. I made up my mind, and I decided to pretend that I didn't know anything.

It's their business they want to investigate, and it has nothing to do with me.Allen tried his best to protect that person, but I couldn't go against my principles and betray my camp to cover the heartless person he loved but didn't love him.

Besides, my slight actions now may speed up the exposure of that person.

Alas, this world is really too complicated.I buried my head in Julian's chest and rubbed hard, feeling a fire in my heart.

"What's wrong?" He looked down at me.

"I want..."

"What do you want?"

I pinched his waist innocently: "I want you..."

"You're a wounded man, my dear, and lust will make your wounds worse."

"But being in a good mood makes my wounds heal faster." I ripped his shirt out of his pants waistband and fumbled and kissed, and it wasn't long before someone started to react instinctively.

"Kneel up." He ordered me suddenly.

"what?"

"Face the back of the couch with your arms propped up and your legs spread."

"Tsk tsk." I looked at him with a smirk. Someone's cheeks were flushed, and his lips were so bright that they were covered with raspberry jam. I leaned forward and took a hard sip.

"Don't obey orders?"

"Listen, listen!"

I smirked and put on the pose he said, and he came close and whispered in my ear: "This pose will not cause you oppression, and it will also make you more comfortable."

"Got it, my lord general, then you have to start... ah!"

After it was over, he lay his pillow on my chest, stroking the gunshot wound on my abdomen, which was the Bobosha sniper/gun from Evgeny, and my thoughts went back to that night.

Running on the deserted Karlshorst road in the cold winter night still feels like a dream.

Thinking of George, I sighed again.

"Are you, will never be as happy as before?" He seemed to be asking me, but his eyes were fixed elsewhere.

"Maybe." I looked down at him, rubbing his silver hair.

He suddenly smiled softly, very light and shallow, like the gurgling sound of a clear spring in a mountain under sunlight.

"You shouldn't have Sonia caught in the middle," I said. "You have to maintain a good close relationship with Evgeny, and that will do you good."

"Hmm..." He agreed softly like a child.

It occurred to me that he never seemed to ask me how I got out of the basement that night, but since he didn't ask, I wouldn't tell George either.After all, this man was always worried that I'd fall in love with that young Saxon beauty.

I kissed his forehead lovingly, rubbed my right hand on his smooth back, and then stroked the gunshot wound on his left arm.

This is the first imprint I left on his body. The curvy scar makes me both proud and distressed.

Summer went to autumn, and the gunshot wound was finally healed.I also got rid of my wheelchair and crutches and regained my health.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I counted the gunshot wounds on my body boredly, one, two, three... Counting several times made me confused.Except for the gunshot wound on the leg of Rhine, who has been on the battlefield, the rest were "harvested" in peaceful times.I kept clicking tut, feeling that my life was truly magical and terrifying.

I leaned in front of the mirror and stroked the shallow bullet mark on my left face. I was looking at it carefully, when I heard someone leaning against the door of the bathroom and said softly: "Don't look at it, it will only make you more attractive."

I turned around and smiled at him: "Why, do you have a sense of crisis?"

Julian shrugged and said indifferently: "Why do I have a sense of crisis? My mentality has always been stable. A stable mood keeps me young forever, and you will only get more wrinkles if you are emotional."

I walked over and patted his ass: "Good general, it shows that you are anxious when you say this."

He glanced at me coldly, his expression relaxed again.

"This investigation is not going well. The person who assassinated you seems to be a master."

"It must be a group." I shrugged: "At that time, gunshots came from all directions."

"But there's always a mastermind behind it."

I put my arms around his waist with a smile: "Is there still something that the KGB and the GRU can't decide in this world?"

The corner of his lips twitched slightly: "I didn't alarm the GRU, and I didn't allow Sasha's KGB to intervene. Only me and my informants are investigating this matter."

"why?"

He kissed my eyes: "No reason, keep a low profile."

"Tsk, yes, I'm a German, how can I abuse your Soviet public officials for a German?"

I whistled at him, and walked straight to the door: "I have to go back to report on my duties. Our Minister Milk was looking for me early in the morning. It seems that he misses me very much after not seeing him for a few months, but he didn't send anyone to give condolences." Me, tsk tsk."

I jumped down in a happy mood, and when I saw Sonia, I hugged her waist and danced a round of ballroom dancing. Amidst her cheerful laughter, I ran to Ansolov standing at the door to hold her hand. He kissed his old face fiercely, and the blushing old comrade picked up the broom and gave me a slap on my butt, laughing and scolding me that I am not big or small.

Amid their laughter, I walked out of the white mansion, patted Alyosha on the shoulder and told him not to be discouraged. Sooner or later, I would help him tie up Frank and Donald. His pack of cigarettes was taken away, saying that the kidnapping is not important first, the big problem is now that he has no cigarettes.I turned around with a smile, and saw Du En lazily leaning against my high-end Volga that was said to have been washed for a week, shaking his blond hair smartly, and nodding at me with a smirk.

"Boss, I'm here to pick you up!"

"Hey, let me drive this time!"

I got into the driver's seat, and before I left, I blew a kiss to the third floor of the white mansion, and then the car drove all the way out of Karlshorst.

When I walked into the minister's office in Building 103, No. [-], Ruthchester, I was surprised to find that Milk was standing behind his desk, staring at me blankly, with a sad face and even red eyes.

I had never seen those tear-filled eyes before. My good mood dropped to freezing point in an instant, and I froze in place after closing the door.

"Rhein."

"Ok?"

"Bring him back."

"..."

Milk walked towards me step by step with difficulty, raised his heavy hands, and grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Rhein...bring Misha, our Misha, back..."