East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Andy is gone.

The boy who initially gritted his teeth and punched and kicked me finally obeyed my arrangement and reluctantly left East Berlin.In order to completely remove him from this matter, I even gave him a new identity, completely erasing Andy Weasley from the world.The newborn him will not have any intersection with us, he is just a dedicated caregiver in the senior nursing home in Brandenburg.

And there, there is another person who will protect him well.

I'm standing in my apartment thinking it's all ridiculous.Looking around, it was like being in a fog.So strange, so helpless.

Why did Sasha betray, when did he and Allen meet, and what is the relationship between them?I didn't know anything about everything, and without any investigation, the final truth was thrown in front of me nakedly, which caught me off guard.

And all of this is firmly in Richard's hands?

I laughed amusedly, the deep night of East Berlin spread, the cigarette at my fingertips burned out, and a little orange bright red gradually faded, standing in front of the window, my thoughts were confused, never before moment of confusion.

What should I do?Julian will definitely continue the investigation. He can't imagine what kind of blow he will face after knowing the truth. No matter what choice he makes, it will be irreparable harm to him.But can I stop him?

And Sasha, why did he come to this point, can I bring him back?Even if it is recovered, the betrayal in the past will not disappear anyway.As long as there is the first betrayal, whether you like it or not, you have to continue.Because every betrayal is a handle tightly held by the enemy, and it is a seed of death planted by oneself.

I can hardly breathe. If there is a problem with Sasha's position, Julian will not be able to get rid of the suspicion no matter what. Once Julian is suspected, then Sonia, Ansolov, me, and everyone around me...

No one is independent, and the fate of all people has been closely linked in this era.

Unless... no!Can't let that happen!

I was so frightened by my own thoughts that my lips turned white and trembled, and I quickly lit another cigarette, hoping to use nicotine to calm my flustered heart.

Allen, allen, you really gave me a big problem.

I looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and began to cry unconsciously again.Every time I recall the words Allen said before leaving, my heart throbs.

Sasha, why are you so cruel?

Are you still the same Sasha I knew?

For so many years, have you played with everyone in the palm of your hand?

I murmured to my Sasha, Sasha soft in the twilight, but there was no answer.

where are you?Do you know that Alan fantasizes about you before he dies, he will look at you in the sky, do you know that?

Some of your tears at that time fell for him, didn't they?

In the apartment, I could hear my low sobs. It wasn't until late at night that I was tortured by exhaustion and fell asleep on the sofa with my head covered.

The next day I drove to the White Mansion, and decided to gather some useful information from Julian. At least I needed to know where he had gone and what kind of determination he was using to investigate this matter.

I tried my best to please him in bed, and he was a little baffled.

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned his beautiful eyebrows, but his eyes were full of smiles: "Why are you so obedient?"

I crawled into his arms, not daring to look into his eyes: "I want to know if you're tired recently."

"I'm not tired." He propped himself up on his elbows, raised his head and shook his shining silver hair, and said clearly, "As long as you don't have any problems, I won't be tired."

"How could something go wrong with me..." I wrapped my arms around his waist coquettishly: "You're not just investigating my matter, you haven't dealt with the GRU matter yet."

My heart was pounding, thinking he would say something, but all I got was a long silence.I looked up at him, and saw that he was looking up, his eyes slightly squinted towards the light.

The curly eyelashes curved beautifully, glowing with crystal luster, casting dreamy shadows, fluttering slightly, like stretched butterfly wings.

He raised the corner of his mouth, looking clear and happy.But I was heartbroken.

"What's wrong?" I climbed up to kiss his neck, feeling guilty.

"I'm thinking." He said softly.

"Thinking about what?"

"Think about the ins and outs of these things..."

"Do you care?"

"Of course." He suddenly straightened his neck and looked down at me: "This Olof has played tricks on you and me."

"You're just kidding me..." I smiled forcedly, my heart was about to bleed.

"No, if he hadn't told Richard that I was looking for you, maybe none of these things would have happened." He stroked my head and whispered in my ear, "Because sooner or later, I will find you."

What a nice word, I should be happy and touched. I performed my superb acting skills, but I couldn't hold back the tears at all, and my tears burst into tears in an instant.

"Moved?" He raised my chin.

"I'm so touched..." I threw him down and burst into tears.

"Not at all, Rhine."

He smiled and stroked my back, I thought to myself, it is really not possible, but how cruel is this for a person who knows the truth, will he witness with his own eyes the one he loves hurt and go to the abyss?

I raised my head and stared at my Julian. The determination in those eyes made me realize that he really cares about this matter. .

But... is this truth he can bear?

My tears are like a flood that burst a bank. In order to cover up, I desperately confessed to him, told him my love, I said everything that should be said and should not be said. He loves and hates desperately speaking, as if he is suffering from insanity.

He just moved his eyes and kissed me affectionately.

"How can I make it up to you?"

He held me in his arms, entangled affectionately, but I only felt sadness and despair.

A few days later, I came to Misha's ward with dark circles under my eyes, and confirmed "Olof" from his mouth again-I escaped reality to such an extent.

I held his hand tightly and pressed it against my forehead. We should have had a lot to say, but the atmosphere became low because of me.Misha is no longer the same Misha as before. He was keenly aware of my emotional changes, pinched my face, and motioned me to look at him.

"Rhein, if you have anything to say, just say it." He showed the smile that I missed endlessly in the past, and his eyes were kind and sincere, as if those years of separation never existed.

My lips trembled, I kissed the back of his hand, and said, "Misha, you should know what I'm going to do by then...but you still gave me the gun."

"Because I can feel that's important to you."

"But that ruined your life."

I stare into his eyes, eyes that are no longer innocent.

After a long time, he grinned and leaned forward to touch my forehead, just like when I was a child.

"What kind of life is life, I am very satisfied now."

"Really?" I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Rhein, you still cry so much, can I still lie to you?"

I hugged him and whispered into his ear excitedly: "Then, Misha, please forgive me. Maybe I won't be able to visit you in the near future. Minister Milk gave you the status of Marcus, so I will I can’t bring you back to the old Misha.” I kissed him on the cheek and continued: “Don’t be surprised, and don’t ask me why, you will be your Marcus, follow Milk, he is really loving Yours! When you recover from illness, go to meet Andy in a high-end nursing home in the countryside of Brandenburg, he is looking forward to meeting you."

"Rhein, you..." Misha grabbed my arm uneasily, "Could it be..."

"No! Nothing will happen! You believe me, I'm just too scared, you know my current identity and situation, Milk told you, I was targeted by the CIA group, and the Soviets didn't If you are willing to let me go, there must be nothing good about getting close to me. Let alone you, think about Milk, think about Andy..."

I grabbed his shoulders, waiting for his response.Suddenly, Misha burst into a smile and nodded solemnly.

"Of course I trust you, Rhine, you know that I care about you most."

He took me in his arms, just like he did when he was a child.That day I stayed with him in the ward for a whole night, wandering in our common memories, missing Grandma Niya, missing Lilith... I told him that I had met my father and told him that I had reported for Lilith Qiu... Until the early hours of the morning, I fell asleep lying beside his hospital bed, with tears that hadn't dried up on my face.

The next day, I kissed his eyes to say goodbye to him.

"There will never be a difference between us." Misha said with a smile, "Because our hearts are always together."

I pursed my lips tightly, nodded and said, "Yes, always together."

A few days later, I came to the Stasi headquarters and asked Dunn to bring me a bunch of files.

"I don't think you'll be free. Let's just deal with these things." Du En leaned against the door and sighed helplessly.

I opened the corner of my mouth and said, "It's easy to have ideas when you're free, it's better to deal with a few traitors."

I took out a stack of materials and read them carefully several times.

"Is this man in West Berlin now?"

Du En stretched his neck and glanced, nodded: "Yeah, you are running around. You have come to West Berlin these days. Why, do you want to solve it yourself?"

I smiled, stretched my waist, and said pretending to be relaxed: "At least exercise your skills, don't follow me this time, just arrange two accompanying people for me."

"Of course." Du En raised his eyebrows and smirked: "It's enough for you to solve half of him, hehe."

Shortly after Duane left, two police officers reported to my office, and I told them to simply pack their gear and go through the checkpoint with me tonight.I went to the floor hanger to take off my trench coat, took out the note that Richard had slipped me from my purse, and smiled wryly.

It seems that we still have to go out of this step.

I took off the windbreaker, and suddenly something fell down. I looked down and saw that it was the scarf that Sasha gave me.

Suddenly I remembered something, Polish goods, handicraft workshops in Lublin...

This scarf was sent from Moscow during the New Year in 1955, which means that Sasha had been to Lublin, Poland at the end of 54.

At the end of '54, the man who slipped a note to George at the fair...

Deriving in this way, not to mention the disclosure of Polish military secrets, that betrayed George to the Polish Ministry of Security, induced Julian to take me to Poland to rescue George, and finally made me get the photo in the pawn shop. Is it all Sasha?

Yes, it is definitely him, only he has the ability to count Julian in it, he knows that Julian will use me, and he also knows that I will do my best to rescue George for Julian.

He is the only one who has this level, and he has not been found in close contact with a spy of George's level.You know, the famous mole has never suffered such a big loss.

Holding that fluffy cashmere scarf, I felt great grief and puzzlement. As an experienced KGB colonel, he would never make such a poor mistake of using a Polish specialty cashmere scarf to reveal his whereabouts. It can only be explained that it was his intention to give us the scarf as a New Year gift.

Especially when I was about to rescue Misha, he came to my house and wrapped this scarf around me. Maybe he had already guessed that I would see George, and George, who had been to the Lublin market, would definitely recognize this scarf at a glance. A special scarf.

I can't breathe, and the bright Sasha is now blurred in the fog of the morning swamp.I never seemed to really get to know him, just to draw tenderness and kindness from him constantly.

I didn't feel his sadness and depression until these few years, but I still don't know the deep reason behind it.

Looking out the window blankly, I seem to see the green grassland beside the Suzdal River.

Sasha oh Sasha, what on earth are you going to do?

Have you forgotten the years you and he supported each other?

Didn't you say you love me?

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PS: I saw that some readers noticed this scarf, very happy!If I keep mentioning something insignificant over and over again, there must be a reason for mentioning it.There are many similar things in the text, such as inexplicable smiles or puzzling expressions and words. If you don’t understand or have doubts after reading it, you may wish to look back, or leave me a message, and I will interpret it for you.