East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Marcus Wolf, code-named "Misha", is a senior investigator of the Stasi Foreign Intelligence Bureau. He has excellent professional ability and has been commended by ministers many times.However, due to some reasons, the senior investigator did not leave any information or photos. Except for the senior leadership, no one knows what this "Mischa" looks like.

This is the impression Misha left on the Stasi, but not the impression I had of him in my mind.

Misha, my Misha.I still remember the last time I met him, when I asked him to get a gun, despite hesitation and struggle, he still acquiesced to my waywardness.Standing against the wall in the shadows smoking a cigarette, I can't get it out of my mind for so many years.

Later, I learned that he was still alive and became a Stasi. Although I was a little relieved in my heart, I still couldn't let go.My Misha, I don't know how much I have suffered in these years, and because of my special status, we are not allowed to meet each other, and we can't even do basic care and comfort.In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed.

But now, Milk told me that Misha was actually controlled by the CIA in Bonn.

"Rhein, you are the best agent of our Stasi. You studied under the most powerful Colonel Kopatsky of the KGB. No one can compare to you. Misha is so important to you, and you will definitely bring him back. right..."

Milk's eyes were red, and he couldn't wait to get an affirmative answer from me.

"Yes, yes." I nodded desperately, tears streaming down my face: "Even if I die, I will bring Misha back."

Milk opened the corner of his mouth and smiled palely: "I believe in you, I can only trust you... Rhine, you must bring him back to me...I can't live without him..."

He was shaking, visibly terrified, and his hands clutching my shoulders wanted to dig their fingers into my flesh.

"Me too, I can't live without him." I wiped away tears and said, "Give me a top-notch outfit and I'll go through the checkpoint tonight."

"But General Azrael..."

"You don't have to worry about it, I will explain it clearly to him."

Yes, I have to go, I must come in person to save Misha.That is the redemption I must have, otherwise I will spend the rest of my life in guilt and remorse.I went back to my office and dialed the special line of the White Mansion.After briefly explaining the reason to Julian, he was silent for a long time.

"You're going anyway, aren't you?"

"Yes, go anyway."

"Okay." I heard him take a deep breath over there: "My name is Alyosha, and now I will send you the latest GRU equipment."

I didn't expect him to agree so happily, I was a little surprised and said: "Thank you, Julian, tell him to send it to my house..."

Then the voice over there suddenly cooled down, and it was a little threatening.

"If I lose my life over there, I'll send Andy to Siberia to dig potatoes."

"you dare!"

With a snap, the phone was hung up.Damn Big Ivan, I cursed him hard and dropped the receiver on the phone.

I won't lose my life, I want to bring Misha back, I want him to meet Andy, I want the three of us to sit together again, bask in the sun under the linden tree, swim in the Spree ...

When I got home, I took off my uniform, put on casual clothes, packed my luggage, and took out my West German citizen passport of "Revan Randall". Seeing the face with no scars on it, I just felt like a dream .

There was a knock on the door, and it was Sasha who opened it.

He was still wearing a khaki windbreaker, carrying a black handbag, with a smile in his eyes, looking at me tenderly.

"I happened to be in the white mansion, so I came to see you off instead of Alyosha."

"Thank you, Sasha." I took the gear and put it next to my luggage, then straightened myself in the mirror.

"It's cold, remember to bring a scarf." Sasha took off the cashmere scarf from the floor hanger, wrapped it around my neck, smiled warmly, held my face and said, "Don't be nervous, remember the things I taught you Knowledge is useful."

"Well, I will." I stroked the cashmere scarf and said, "You sent us this past New Year."

"I know." He leaned forward and said with a smile, "It carries my blessings for you."

I grinned, he lowered his long eyelashes, and then raised his eyes to look at me: "Rhein, this time, you must pay attention to safety. If you encounter an accident, you must not resist. Keep calm and remember to take a step back when necessary .”

"I understand that they can't do anything to me, after all, some people are terribly persistent."

Sasha smiled: "You can't trust your safety to the unwarranted kindness of the enemy."

He came over and hugged me from the back, resting his chin on the side of my neck, and suddenly sighed heavily.

"What's the matter?" I smiled and held his hand: "This is not the first time I have performed a mission."

"But not every time I come to see you off."

He pushed me away, stared into my eyes, and said softly: "If you have another accident, I won't be able to bear it."

"But that's the world of spies, isn't it? You've told me before..."

His smile suddenly became bitter, and he stretched out his hand to caress my head. The warm fingertips fell along my forehead, slid across my eyes and the bridge of my nose, and landed on my lips.

I stared at him, feeling the distinct reluctance and sadness in his brown eyes.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, pure and flawless like a child, he held my face carefully and leaned forward.I shrank back unconsciously for a moment.

His movements stopped.

"A parting kiss, don't you want it?"

The voice trembled with heartache, and I didn't know how to respond, so I could only whisper: "I won't leave..."

He smiled suddenly and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"If you don't want to, I won't force it, but one day, you will take the initiative to kiss me."

"I'm looking forward to that day."

He gathered the scarf around my neck, turned around and walked towards the door, I grabbed his hand subconsciously.

"Sasha, you know I like you, right?"

"Well, I know." He turned around, bent his bright eyes, and said with a smile, "I always knew, because I love you."

I watched him leave and stood there for a long time.After taking a deep breath, I decided to get myself out of the emotional vortex. All I needed at the moment was calm and calm.

So that night, I took public transportation from Friedrichstrasse into West Berlin, and then took a plane at the airport in West Berlin to Bonn, the capital of the Federal Republic of Germany.

Bonn, an ancient city rich in musicians, was built on the Rhine River. As the capital of West Germany, it is also a place where spies are extremely active.Walking on the banks of the Rhine, the cool breeze is blowing, and the gray-blue river water is shining with sporadic and bright moonlight at night. I stayed in an inconspicuous small hotel by the river bank, and the young and beautiful waitress received me warmly with a Cologne accent. .

"Would you like some beer, sir? To your room?"

"Yes ma'am, it would be nice to have some smoked bacon."

I smiled at her, turned and went up the second floor, into my room at the end of the corridor.The reason for choosing this room is that it has a window facing the Bonn Münster Church, and according to the information provided by our informant, there is a secret intelligence station of the CIA in a block behind the church, if my judgment is correct If so, Misha should have gone deep into the intelligence station here and was arrested.

The tall spire of the square tower, which is regarded as the symbol of Bonn, was bathed in the silvery moonlight. I finished the dinner brought by the waitress, slept on the single bed with my clothes on, and waited for the dead of night.

Getting closer, I checked my gear and jumped out of the side window, landing securely in the hotel garden.Then I climbed out of the fence and dived along the river bank in the direction of Münster Church.

There were few people on the streets at midnight, especially around the church.I successfully bypassed the church and walked into the back block. After turning an alley, the light in front of me suddenly became brighter, with various neon lights flashing, and the smell of cigarettes mixed with spirits in the air came to my face, as if the place was full of bars.

I was wearing a khaki windbreaker, a scarf that Sasha gave me, and a pair of flat glasses. I looked a little too refined and out of place for this kind of place.So I pulled out the shirt I was tucked into my trouser waist, took off my glasses, undid a few buttons on the neckline, and rumpled my brown hair. When I passed by a window, I saw myself lazy and casual in the glass mirror a lot.

Yes, I grinned and walked towards this brightly lit neighborhood.

According to the information at hand, the CIA's suspected intelligence station is just two streets away.But as soon as I entered this block, I keenly noticed that a few passers-by standing on the corner of the street were a little abnormal, and those pairs of thief eyes seemed to be desperately suppressing the desire to spy on me.Even though I swaggered past them, those eyes still dodged out of guilt.

I unconsciously put my hands in my pockets and grabbed the handle of the gun.However, I still made superficial efforts, and I still had a light smile on my face.

After a few steps, a strong man in a denim jacket with tattoos all over his neck walked up to me. He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled lewdly at me.

"Handsome, do you want to come and play?"

There was something interesting in his eyes, he came over and patted my butt, my eyes rolled, and I smiled and said, "Okay, please lead the way."

He whistled: "Enough!"

He took out a pack of American brand cigarettes from his pocket and handed me one, and I waved my hand: "I don't smoke this kind of bland one."

The strong man chuckled, pointed to a bar across the street with purple neon lights and said, "Go there, everything you want is there."

He leaned close to my ear and said softly, "Whatever you want, marijuana or something."

I smiled knowingly, raised an eyebrow, and made a gesture of leading the way.The brawny man smiled all over his face, almost flattering.

He pushed open the door of the bar for me, and gave me a subtle wink behind me the moment the door closed.I sneered in my heart, walked straight into the bar, and sat on the counter.

"Beer, thanks."

The bartender glanced at me lightly, then turned around and gave me a full shot.At the moment, there are only two or three drinking guests in the bar, some whispering to each other, some glance at me meaningfully from time to time, and some carefully look at me through the reflection of the decorative mirror.

Looks like it's all set up for me.

I smiled and put my hand into the purse of the windbreaker, and keenly noticed that the bartender's movement of shaking the drink was slightly stagnant, and his expression became tense. The atmosphere in the whole bar was instantly depressed. When several photos of large dollar bills were photographed on the bar, the tense atmosphere dissipated without a trace.

"Open a bottle of the most expensive wine you have here."

I smiled and said to the bartender, the young bartender was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "The most expensive?"

"Yes, the most expensive one." I took a sip of beer, smiled, looked directly at his vigilant eyes with a cold light, and said word by word.

"Then serve a glass to every gentleman here, and tell them to drink and go on their way."