East Berlin's June Boat Song

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In Cologne, it took us half a month to find the trace of Misha. The man in charge of detaining him was an operation team composed of five special agents. They were powerful and had a huge intelligence network in Cologne.As soon as we discovered their whereabouts, they moved quickly, and after a few rounds, the time dragged on until December.During a firefight, George was shot in the leg to save me, so I had to take him to retreat and temporarily hid in a simple clinic.

Cologne in winter was very cold and windy, and it was snowing heavily.There was a stove burning in the consulting room, but the cold wind kept pouring in.George and I curled up on the same bed, wrapped in the covers.I hugged him, wanting to give him all my warmth.

"I told you not to follow..." I stroked his forehead, which was sweating coldly because of the pain, and my heart ached to death.

He muttered childishly, his lips were bloodless: "Without me, you would have been killed long ago..."

"You're right, I'm too weak." The failure of the rescue and George's injury hit me hard, and I couldn't help crying. Although I knew that this appearance was too ugly, I no longer cared about the image.

"What's the matter with those scars on your feet?" I lifted the quilt to look at his feet under his gauze-wrapped left leg. Those scars were spread all over his feet. I reached out and touched them, and asked distressedly. : "Is it frostbite?"

"Yeah..." He smiled palely, "It's frostbite."

My heart trembled, and I asked, "Could it be...you..."

Realizing it all, I started crying again, big tears falling on his face.

George touched my eyes and said reproachfully, "Like a woman."

I wiped my tears: "Yes, but crying is not just for women."

He grinned, slipped into my arms like a child, and said in a low voice, "Rhein, can you trust me once?"

He didn't look at me, he buried his whole face in my arms, and the heat from his breath spread across my chest.

"Do you know? At that time, I waited for you for a long time. At dawn, you didn't come... But I didn't believe it, but I couldn't explain why I didn't believe it... Rhine, I'm not such a serious person. But that time Wait for you, I'm serious."

"I waited for you in the snow for three whole days, and my consciousness began to blur. I thought I was dying, but I didn't want to wait for another person. Guess who it is?"

I broke down in tears: "I don't know..."

"It's General Azrael..." George's warm tears rolled down my chest, "He said you wouldn't come because you were shot on the way..."

"I cried so much there, but I couldn't move, I was so frozen that I couldn't even stand up. Later, the general sent me to the hospital, and he told me to go, don't Regardless of your business, he said that he would protect you and not let anyone hurt you. It was the first time I saw him look so sad, and I realized that maybe he really fell in love with you. "

He raised his head suddenly, and said pitifully with teary eyes: "So, what I want to tell you is that he didn't send me this time, maybe he also knew that I would come to you, but I didn't come here by order." Yes, can you trust me? Really, I didn't come here by order!"

"I believe, I believe." I nodded desperately, holding his face: "I believe that you came by yourself, because you were worried about me."

"Yes, but I'm not just worried about you..." His bright eyes slowly dimmed, and his long eyelashes drooped, and he said softly, "I'm not just worried about you...More importantly, I...I ..."

He opened his mouth to make a lower and lower voice, but in the end he didn't say anything, and buried his face in my arms again.I stroked his brown hair and wrapped him tightly with the blanket.

"But do you have a dark thread in the white mansion? Who opened the door for me then?"

George shook his head: "I don't know either. At that time, I received an anonymous message at Andy's house, saying that he could join hands with me to get you out."

"I should have been more careful, but I was so anxious at the time, I couldn't imagine that they kept you locked up for so long... Rhine, when I told the Soviets many years ago, I didn't know it would be This happened, it was so cruel to you, I am really sorry. I was in Poland, I saw you working so hard to save me, you were so sad, so dazed, so overwhelmed... Rhine, even if I am a spy , but I'm also a human being, people's hearts are soft..."

His shoulders trembled, and guilt invaded this kind-hearted spy. He sobbed uncontrollably, buried deeply in my arms, and refused to raise his head.

"It's okay." I bowed my head and kissed him deeply: "Everything is over, when I rescue Misha, everything will return to the original. I will no longer hold any resentment, I will let go of everything .”

"I'll do my best to help you get him back."

"You've done it, George." I kissed him again: "You've done it."

George's leg injury didn't hurt his bones. After half a month of recuperation, he said that he wanted to act with me again. In desperation, he had no choice but to persuade him, saying that saving Misha was a redemption that I had to do personally.After a long silence, George raised his eyes and looked at me: "Then at least let me pick you up in a car, okay?"

"Okay." I patted his head and said, "See you soon."

So when I sneaked into the small church on the outskirts of the city, I felt extremely calm in my heart. Looking back at the white Ford car hidden in the woods, I believe that we will be able to leave safely.

Father God, forgive me for shooting in the church and letting the blood spill on your white tiles.I pray that you can witness my reunion with my friends after suffering, so that my sins will finally be forgiven on that cross.

I meditated on the Lord's Prayer and decided to take the plunge and settle everything this time.Picking up the submachine gun without hesitation, I stepped into the main hall of the church, and fired the first shot of self-salvation in the clear sunlight seeping down from the hollow top.

I saw blood splattering, scarlet roses blooming, gunpowder smoke wrapping around the pure and flawless statue of the Son, and screams and wailing hit my eardrums.But I can't hear it, and I can't feel it.I shut out all feelings and thoughts and pain together, like a ghost flickering in the church.

The shootout went on for a long time, but again it seemed like a split second.When I came back to my senses, those Americans had fallen crookedly on the ground, and their corpses were bathed in sunlight, glowing with crystal blood.And I was also covered in blood, but I didn't feel pain.

Finally, dragging a long trail of blood, I found my best friend whom I hadn't seen for many years in the basement of the church.

Almost at the moment I saw him, my tears rolled down my face.

"Misha..."

I walked towards him tremblingly, only to see him curled up in an iron cage, dressed in rags, tightly tied up like an animal.His whole body was bruised and bony, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and his face was covered with bruises.I caressed his tightly closed eyes and frowned, even the war didn't destroy him like this.

Nine years... Nine years... My Misha, we have been separated for so long...

I cried unceasingly, and even wailed in the end, angrily picked up the gun and blasted away the chains of the iron cage, he almost fell out straight, I quickly hugged him in my arms and kissed him desperately.

"Misha, Misha...can you hear me?"

I hugged him and ran all the way out. He was so tall, but his weight was so light, as if I was only holding an empty skeleton.I burst into tears again without image, crying as I ran, holding him through the blood-stained main hall of the church, and into the bright sun.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows and my call is answered.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing the most precious smile in my life.

"You came……"

His dry lips whispered the words I was thinking about, and I was so excited that I trembled all over.

"I'm here! I'm here!"

The sun poured down and we finally met again.Nine years have passed quickly, and all the changes have not changed the promise we made.

We will meet, we will meet!

He passed out again, but I didn't worry anymore.He's still alive, and I'm taking him back to East Berlin, to our home.

I carried him into the car and George looked back at us.

"I have arranged the plane, and you can fly directly to West Berlin tonight."

"Thank you George."

He glanced at Misha in my arms, and then at me covered in blood, his smile suddenly turned cold.

"He is lucky." He started the engine and stepped on the accelerator: "Someone is so desperate to save him."

"You will too." I heard my voice was extremely calm and determined, "If one day you are imprisoned, I will save you like I saved Misha."

I met George's surprised gaze in the rearview mirror. His expression slowly unfolded, and he smiled childishly.

"Hey, don't curse me..."

I burst out laughing, but tears fell on Misha's face in my arms.

On Christmas Eve, December 1958, 12, I said goodbye to George and boarded the private plane with the unconscious Misha.

"I hope our reunion won't be too long next time." I kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Not long, I believe."

I turned and walked to the gangway, but George grabbed my hand.I turned around in surprise and saw his teary eyes.

"Rhein, you haven't forgotten what I said before, have you?"

"I will always be by your side, forever."

I pursed my lips tightly, trying to control the trembling of my voice, trying to hold back my tears.

"I haven't forgotten, and I believe it."

I walked over to hold his face and pressed a deep kiss on his lips.In my impression, this is the first time I have taken the initiative to kiss him.The wind at the airport was very strong that day, mixed with icy rain and snow, our clothes rustled in the cold wind.I don't know why I'm kissing him, but I can feel the kiss soothing him.

He wanted it, so I gave it to him.Never regretting this decision, I wiped the hot tears off his pretty face and stared deeply into his eyes. For people like us, every parting may be a farewell forever.But between me and him, there is a certain premonition.

Maybe we will never be separated again, as he said, he will always be with me.

forever.