East Berlin's June Boat Song

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So the next day when I was standing outside the office of the Director of the General Reconnaissance Bureau, Erich Milk sat behind his walnut desk, put his feet on the table, and said with a smile: "Little messenger, finally here? "

I felt a chill in my heart, but I still put on a smile and bowed to him.

"Director Milk." I was all smiles, knowing that this was a critical time.Although I hate him very much, for Misha, I am willing to kneel down to him now.

"Tsk tsk." He took off his feet, sat up straight, and looked at me with interest: "You are really good-looking, I have rarely seen a boy as beautiful as you, it is the pride of our Germans, pride !"

He was overjoyed, a little nervous, raised his eyebrows again, and said with some regret, "It's just that your brain is not very flexible, and that's your fault!"

I smiled embarrassingly, not knowing what he wanted to express.

"Did the minister ask you to come?"

God!Is there anything else this person doesn't know?

Suppressing my panic, I put on a shy face and said kindly: "Yes, Director Milk, I think it would be more appropriate to come to you in person. You know, he is really important to me..."

I saw a cold light suddenly flashed in his joking eyes, and I was startled.

"Tell me, what is the important method?" Although his tone was frivolous, it was so cold that I was about to freeze to death.

I swallowed, and began to tell him everything about my past with Misha, and then expressed my deep regret for attacking General Azrael, and then put aside all connections between that incident and Misha.

"Lie." After listening for 10 minutes, he suddenly said coldly: "That gun belongs to him, and he provided you with the murder weapon."

"Yes, Chief, but I tricked me into it."

"Possession of a gun is a crime." He narrowed his eyes and said, "How do you excuse him for this?"

I opened my mouth and said, "But, after the war, many people had guns..."

My voice became smaller and smaller, knowing that I was wrong, and then I heard him laughing suddenly.

"Oh, little messenger, why are you so nervous?" He got up from his office chair, paced over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder.I could feel the whizzing chill on his hands through the coat, and I began to tremble unconsciously.

"You belong to that general, are you still afraid that I will eat you? Hehehehe, Soviets, hey, those Russians..." He suddenly leaned forward, the tip of his nose was about to touch me, I Backed away in fright.

"Do you know what colonization is?" I was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Not bad!" He hugged me with a smile, and began to mutter something in Russian that I couldn't understand.

I feel like I'm about to suffocate. Why is this person who seems to have epilepsy and bipolar disorder still a member of the Central Committee, the director of the General Investigative Bureau? I think he should be locked up in a mental hospital, or let him have a good diagnosis and treatment in the hands of Sasha some days.

He seemed to be tired, so he let me go and took a sip of water from the cup, then said, "Comrade Muller, do you think I'm weird?"

The corners of his eyes twitched inward, shooting a gloomy light.

I swallowed, and said with some trepidation: "It's okay."

"Hey..." He laughed again: "You will remember me, you will be grateful to me, you are the dog of the Soviets now, maybe one day you will be my dog, oh , Dear Comrade Müller, I drank some gin this morning and was in a good mood. I suddenly wanted to show kindness. Although I am no longer religious, I think the Lord will appreciate me. Come here, come here."

I walked over in a daze, walked to his desk, and saw him grab the receiver of the phone and broadcast a series of numbers.

"Come, hold, talk."

I answered the phone in a daze, not knowing what the mental patient was going to do, white noise poured into my mind, but after a while, there was the sound of connecting.

"Hello, Director Milk, Marcus Wolfe here."

I froze in place with a bang! !

That... that's Misha's voice...

"Misha?" I tried my best to hold back the trembling of my voice: "Misha, is that you?"

The silence was spreading, and I was very flustered. Every second seemed to be a long time, as if it took a century before the voice came from over there: "It's me, Rhine."

God!

I burst into tears: "Misha, it's you! Oh my dear Misha! Are you okay? Where are you? Misha, tell me quickly! I want to see you!"

"Rhein...I'm fine...I'm out on a mission, Rhein, I'm fine, don't worry..."

"Mission? What do you mean? No, I want to see you, Misha!" I cried out excitedly, sobbing and begging him constantly.

"Be obedient, Rhine, be obedient, one day, we will meet."

"When was that?"

"Perhaps . . . not for long."

When I was about to ask him how long it will be, Erich Milk snatched the receiver from me and said to the receiver himself: "Okay! Officer Wolf, don't forget your Task, report to me at any time if there is any situation, well, your good friend is doing very well now, the Soviets are covering him, hehe, unexpected!"

With a snap, he hung up the phone and I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Misha, is he also a Stasi?"

Milk snorted coldly: "Yeah, the order from the military control committee came directly, damn it, do you think our place is a garbage dump?"

I was overjoyed and bowed deeply to him, almost kissing his shoes: "Thank you, Chief! As you said, I will remember you forever, thank you!"

Milk looked at me coldly: "Keep your mouth shut, there is no such person as Misha in this world, only police officer Marcus Wolf."

The corners of his mouth turned up, making me shudder.

After leaving the Stasi headquarters at the end of the day, I drove straight to the white mansion in Karlshorst. Winter snow piled up on the road, reflecting the cold moonlight like the soft hair of some general.

Ah, Julian!

It turns out that you have done so much for me!

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, gradually boiling hot until it boiled.I couldn't wait to get to him, and even the usual search delays were unbearable to me.

"Is there anything urgent?" Alyosha, the patrol captain outside the mansion, asked while searching me.

"Yes! It's urgent!" I blushed and stomped my feet impatiently, "It's urgent!"

Alyosha smiled with a red nose: "Then I have to hurry up!"

I looked at the warmly lit third floor of the white mansion. People were still below, but my heart was already rushing up.After finally finishing the inspection, I went straight to the piano room.

Julian!Julian!

When I broke in, he had just come out of the bathroom, with a bath towel around his waist, and water droplets remained on his snow-white body. The warm red light from the fireplace shone on him, and the tenderness in his green eyes was filled broke my heart.

"Didn't you always want to hear me say that?"

I walked straight up to him, admiring his frown slightly in surprise.

"Then you listen."

I put my arms around his waist, tiptoed slightly, and whispered in his ear: "I love you, Julian."

"What did you say?" He looked at me in disbelief.

"I said I love you, did you hear me?" I raised my voice a degree with a smile: "I love you, Julian!"

Suddenly the world spun, and I felt like I was flying up, passed through a layer of cloud-like white gauze, and landed on a ball of soft cotton candy.

By the time I realized it, I was already lying on the bed in the bedroom.

"Ah!" I screamed out, and suddenly woke up: "You, what are you going to do?"

He pressed me under him, with a smile in his eyes: "Just do this."

I shrank back: "This posture is wrong...I, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he gagged me with his soft, sweet lips like raspberry jam.Ah, so sweet!Did this man drink rum in the evening?Why is it so sweet, it makes me dizzy.

The kissing skills are so good, I was so confused by the kiss that I forgot what I wanted to say.Just as I was fascinated by the sweetness, my whole body was turned over again by a strong force. Before I could say anything, he covered my mouth from behind.

"Rhein, I will be very gentle for the first time."

"But you will still be in pain, but the pain will make you remember me."

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Remember how heavy this feeling is."

My heart was beating wildly, and I wanted to say why this person took it for granted. Is it so determined who goes up and who goes down?

"woo woo woo woo......"

"Quiet, quiet..." The heat fell on my lower back, and I was shocked.

My whimpering was covered by one hand, the process was not smooth, I gradually relaxed under his kiss, he then separated my legs, the slippery fingertips gradually moved down, I was scared when I touched the sensitive part Tighten up.

"Don't be afraid." He explored cautiously, even though I was extremely gentle, my teeth chattered from the pain.But the neck and back were covered with wet kisses again, and I shuddered all over.For no less than 5 minutes, his scorching hot body rubbed against my tailbone, and I bent down, wrapping my arms around me.

"I'm going in."

He broke my head and kissed me, and pushed his waist forward, my scream of pain was blocked by his soft lips.My legs trembled, and I wept uncontrollably under his gentle impact.

It hurts, it really hurts, but I don't know why, but there is a strange sense of happiness in my heart, and that kind of joy that blends with milk and milk fills my soul to an indescribable level.

"Rhein..." he panted and bit my earlobe, "Say you love me..."

"Ялюблютебя."

I answered him in Russian, and he froze for a moment before pouring down like a storm.

I was tossing and turning in his hands like a fish that was about to lose its oxygen and strength to struggle.He made me lie on my back for a while, forced me to kneel up for a while, and finally even grabbed my ankles and put them on his shoulders, putting me in a very humiliating position facing him.

He raised his head and stretched his neck, like a lonely swan, with his silver hair scattered, and his whole body was bathed in divine radiance, with a hazy halo surging.The blushing cheeks flickered with a little luster, and the frown seemed to indicate that he was unwilling to surrender to desire, but the deep moans showed that he had already fallen into desire.

He tilted his head slightly and licked the scar on my left leg, affectionately and with a strange excitement.That was his first imprint on me, a scarlet rose blooming under the blue-gray Romanian sky.

My silver hair shone like moonlight, my light green bed curtain was like a forest of fir trees, and I was embraced by a campfire that kept warming me and occasionally burned me.

In the extreme pain and happiness, I gradually got used to this scorching heat, and even became obsessed with it. Under the gentle collisions, I squinted my eyes to appreciate him, struggled to get up and kiss him, and finally ushered in a heavenly joyful climax .

His face was full of tears, the white sheets were scattered with messy red, and the smell of blood floated in the air. He wrapped me in a quilt, hugged me in his arms, and kept kissing me to comfort the trembling me.

I huddled against his chest and stretched out my arms to wrap his arms around him, feeling only happy.His heart was beating poundingly, every beat was sonorous and powerful.This Slavic man from Siberia completely stole my heart.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be with someone I love. I have fantasized about it many times, underestimating the degree of pain and the degree of pleasure.

But if you ask me if I still want it?

My answer is that a thousand times, ten thousand times is not enough.

And Julian, never enough.

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PS: Finally...