East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Evgeny knocked on the table in front of me, and I woke up from my daze.

"Rhein, you said that you are too diligent to come here."

In the interrogation room, Yevgeny sipped his black tea meaningfully. Under the light, he looked pale, his smile was distorted and distorted, and his shining eyes were very eye-catching under the dim light, which was terrifying.

I sighed, thinking this was a big stumble.But no matter how you think about it, it’s not right. It’s a coincidence that Frank was chasing Frank. When he was chasing Frank, the KGB suddenly rushed out and shot randomly. exist.

It seems that Frank was not the only one who was besieged. Even if I hadn't planned to let Frank go, there must have been some "accidents" that made me have to watch Frank escape.

I raised my eyes to meet Yevgeny's sly gaze, smiled wearily, and said, "If you have any questions, just ask, my leg hurts a lot."

Yevgeny pouted, and put down the black tea in his hand: "How should I put it? Little Rhine, I don't want to suspect that your position is wrong, but everyone has seen that Frank Rowlett was seriously injured and escaped from your hands. If we hadn't kept our hand outside, this big fish would have slipped away. My dear, you have to give us an account, everyone knows that you have learned everything about our KGB Second Directorate, The strength is quite strong."

He said it so relentlessly that he almost put the word "rebellion" on my head.I knew I was wrong, although no matter how I thought about it, I felt that this was a game, but I did get tricked in the game.I can only insist that I was not strong enough, lost my position in the fight, and accidentally let Frank escape.

Evgeny just listened to me with a smile, with an expression of "you can just quibble".

"Okay, little Rhine, it's useless to say more. Originally, you belonged to General Azrael, and we couldn't touch you easily, but this time your actions were a bit too much in this situation. Any out-of-the-ordinary behavior must be punished." Repay, I think you understand."

He spoke the words of judgment in a pleasant manner, and I could only nod honestly.

"That's good." Evgeny stood up: "Here, because we are friends, and you are also a middle-level and high-level member of the Stasi, so naturally I won't let you suffer."

He said slowly, "I'll detain you for a month. Is there any objection?"

I widened my eyes, and let out an ah, Yevgeny ignored me at all, turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

And I, the majestic Deputy Chief of the Counterintelligence Investigation Department of the General Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Security of East Germany, was imprisoned in the KGB Prison No. Sometimes special measures are used.

I really complained endlessly, where the hell is this going to be justified.However, this is not what bothered me the most. Years of intelligence work made me keenly aware that this matter was not directed at me, but at Julian.You must know that the political struggle at the top of the Soviet Union has always been very intense. Julian and Sasha once eliminated so many dissidents in a vengeful manner. Now that Sasha is no longer, the original hatred is about to come back.

I just hope that Julian can hold on to it and leave me alone. I can get through this month with confidence.Whenever he makes any moves, some hats will be put on his head.

As I expected, for a whole week, I was tortured to the point of losing my mind, and all kinds of lie detectors were used.In a daze, I saw the cell door open and Sonia walked in.

After she ordered people to leave, she picked me up, took out a few pills from her arms, and quickly fed them into my mouth.Then he whispered in my ear: "Rhein, hold on, he can't move, you understand."

I nodded with difficulty, and swallowed all the nerve-soothing medicine into my stomach.

"Thank you, Sonia."

Sonia touched my face distressedly, fed me some water, and said, "I'll take you back as soon as the review is over. It's not just you, he can't take it anymore..."

My heart ached so much that I grabbed Sonia's hand tightly: "This is a trap, don't fall for it."

Sonia smiled wryly, looked at me lovingly, and stroked my frown.

"We don't know...but you are suffering here, how can he feel at ease..."

Soon Sonia let go of me, got up and walked out of the cell. I was sleeping on the iron frame bed and watched her weakly, knowing that she was risking herself to come here.My dear Sonia... I fell into a deep sleep, trying to gather strength for the next review.

During this period, Sonia came again three times, feeding me more potions each time, and the last time she even hugged me and sobbed softly.For a whole month, I lost more than a dozen catties, which is evident by the methods of the KGB.

Of course, no conclusions can be drawn, Yevgeny knew it well, but until the moment I was released, I couldn't figure out what kind of role Yevgeny played in it, the executor?Or planner?You must know that he is the head of all the KGB in East Germany, and to some extent he can secretly contend with Julian.But what is the contradiction between them?Even though Julian once fought him for me, that kind of contradiction is not worth mentioning among characters of their level.

My mind was almost out of control, and after being picked up by Sonia in the car, I went straight to the white mansion.

Sonia helped me to the piano room on the third floor, opened the door, and I walked in by myself. Julian hugged me in his arms almost as soon as he saw me, trembling as if he had lost it.

"Why are you losing weight?" I pinched his waist.

Julian buried his head in the crescent of my neck and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Rhine..."

We lay down on the sofa slowly, he kissed me distressedly, and fed me medicine.

"It's been prepared a long time ago, it's good for your recovery." He stroked my head over and over again, as if afraid that I wouldn't be here anymore.The sunken eye sockets and thin cheeks showed that he hadn't had a good time this month.

"Are you worried about me?" I couldn't help but kissed him again, looking at the blurred teary eyes and bright red lips, this fragile appearance both made my heart ache and moved my heart.

Rhine, you pervert are really hopeless...

"I'm going crazy with worry, I wish I could level that prison with tanks." He leaned on my shoulder and said softly, like a spoiled child.

"That's no good, I'm still inside!" I teased him: "Tanks will also blow me away."

I greedily sucked his lips, and the sweet tip of my tongue allowed me to recover quickly.

"I will be with you for a long time, what is a one-month review?"

He raised his head and stared at me affectionately: "I really don't know how to make up for you..."

What do I need to make it up?I don't need anything, because every pain I put on my body will be infinitely magnified on him, but I can curl up in his arms for shelter, but he can only grit his teeth and resist.

"So, do you know who set up this game?" I asked him in his arms.

He stroked my face gently, his eyes were blank, then he smiled and said, "It's not anyone, but it could be anyone."

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand, so I stood up and asked, "They want to make my position problematic and implicate you."

"It's not that simple. What they want to see more is my attitude towards you." He held me in his arms again, and thought about it silently. After a long time, he said, "Rhein, I don't want to tell you too much More, because the more you know, the more dangerous you are. You know that."

I nodded, you know that's what I said to Andy at the beginning.Because if you know it, you can't resist it, and in turn, you will be asked why you know it.

"They stretched their hands too far this time, and I think they should stop for a while in the next time."

His voice became cold, and his eyes were cold.

"Are you sure?" I held his hand worriedly: "I really don't care."

Julian caressed my face and smiled sweetly: "Of course, they must know what can be touched and what cannot be touched."

Then he took me downstairs, and old comrade Ansolov prepared a sumptuous dinner.Sonia's expression was always serious. After the meal, she and Julian were talking in the office on the second floor. When she came out, her eyes were red and she looked very angry.However, when he saw me, his expression relaxed again, and he only told me to cultivate my body well before leaving the white mansion.

Maybe, now Sonia has to take Sasha's place, I guess.

A few days later, when I was undergoing mental rehabilitation in the Stasi senior nursing home, I received a shocking news. The body of the KGB lieutenant who besieged Frank and tried to frame me was found in a sewer in East Berlin. Appears to be the work of the Americans.I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that this must be Julian's handwriting.

A KGB lieutenant died tragically in a dirty sewer. I heard that the body was riddled with holes and seemed to have suffered inhuman torture before death.I couldn't help shivering.

During the period of my detention, the confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union became more intense, and the atmosphere between East and West Germany became very strange.Obviously, there was a conflict between East Germany and the Soviet Union, and the attitude of the big brother of the Soviet Union was very tough this time. The East German Social Unity Party couldn't bear the pressure at all, and could only bow its head resentfully.

Milk was so annoying that even Dunn, who was so excited about catching spies, couldn't take it anymore.

"Look, how many people flee East Germany every day under this kind of pressure." Dunn pointed to a photo of the border line between East and West Berlin. It was full of people, and they were all East Germans.

"The more they press down, the more people will run away, and the more people run, the more flustered they will be and the more pressure will be put on them." Dunn sighed maturely: "Besides, the West is always instigating trouble here. Nearly 100 million people ran over, and a large number of talents were lost to West Germany, but we have nothing to do."

"Perhaps the Soviet Union should let the East Germany take control."

Du En chuckled and said, "But those two reached a consensus for some reason. I heard that General Secretary Ulbricht also praised Khrushchev's attitude towards the Berlin area!"

I was so dumb that I didn't know how to answer. The Berlin area has always been the heart disease of these two. The Western Alliance refused to let go of the occupation of West Berlin, making their "free Berlin" a dream.After all, the Soviet Union has always wanted to complete the unification of East Germany to East Berlin, which weakened the attitude of Western countries in West Berlin, and finally left West Germany with no choice but to withdraw from Berlin, allowing the world to recognize East Germany as an independent country.

It is said that Khrushchev directs Berlin policy in a hands-on manner, and his tight-lipped attitude makes KGB officials at all levels extremely reluctant to transmit anything from overseas jurisdictions to the country that may disagree with Khrushchev's views or appear to be comments on his handling of Berlin. way of reporting.Not just the KGB, but Mikhail Pevkin, the Soviet ambassador to East Berlin, who ostensibly wielded the power to enforce policy.

I thought of Julian's worried expression late at night. As the supreme commander of the East German Military Control Council, the controller of the military power of the troops stationed in Germany, and the actual implementer of policies, he didn't understand this truth. It is distributed directly by the central government, and he has no choice at all.

Of course, this is all speculation by us small people based on the obvious. The policy changes every day, and no one knows what those people are thinking in their minds.Maybe others can understand, but I admit that my brain is not enough in this regard.The most important thing for me right now is to stand firm and save my life, and I can no longer let people deal with Julian casually.

It's just that every night late at night, when I caress his increasingly thin face, my heart feels tight.It was as if something was slipping from my heart bit by bit, and I couldn't grasp it. This made me feel uneasy, and I couldn't help but hug him.

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PS: Next, the Cold War has reached a very critical stage, so there are more descriptions of the situation, which is useful for the plot, but don’t feel boring~