sinovels Chapter 34 34
Chapter 34 34
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do you know?
Killing people doesn't feel good.
The bright red blood is like manjusawa blooming on the soft human body, if it blooms on the skull, it will be decorated with snow-white brains.
The strong bloody smell mixed with the pungent gunpowder smoke poured into your nostrils, irritating your nerves, telling you that you are falling into hell at this moment, and no matter how you redeem your sins, you will be abandoned by Jehovah and never reach the kingdom of heaven.
But do I regret it?
In the white mansion in front of me, warm yellow lights come out from the gaps in the dark green curtains on the third floor, blurring in the blue night, and the sycamore leaves fall on time as always, and when the wind blows, they are blown out on the ground. rustling sound.Cupid's arrows still spewed bright jets of water, and the air smelled of fir forests.
I think I should have no regrets.
Listen, it's Tchaikovsky's June boat song.
Floating in the silent night, just like the rainy night of that night.I listened intently, and my vision gradually became moist.
It was his favorite tune, and it was my favorite tune.
He always plays this piece at my softest moment.
*"Walk to shore--*
*Waves there,*
*will come to kiss your feet,*
*mysterious and melancholy stars,*
*will shine over our heads. "*
I recited this poem in Russian, walked into the piano room, and hugged him from behind. He was not surprised at all, and turned his head to kiss my lips very naturally, as if our parting was just yesterday.
The kiss was very moving, he pulled me into his arms, and kissed passionately almost like absorbing oxygen.
I hooked his neck, feeling the soft and sweet taste of his tongue, and couldn't help stroking his silky silver hair with both hands.Opening my eyes, I met his gaze on me.
Letting go of me, he raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"You're back."
I nodded: "I'm back."
He is still so beautiful, his green eyes are as clear as Lake Baikal under the sun at this moment, his fair and flawless skin glows like ivory under the light, oh, those long and thick eyelashes curl up like flying butterfly wings, I held his face in my hands and kissed the mole at the corner of his eye affectionately.
He stared into my eyes, slowly stretched his right hand into my shirt, like a mountain traveler climbing up the spine step by step, and then stagnated slightly.
He touched the gunshot wound on my back.
"Does it hurt?"
I was a little surprised, he actually knew that I was injured?But on second thought, why couldn't he know?
He is the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany, and West Berlin may be full of his informants, whether it is the GRU, the Military Intelligence Directorate that provides intelligence services for the army, or the KGB of the National Security Council, or even the Stasi in East Germany , as long as he wants, all institutions will serve him.
I smiled and asked, "Have you been following me?"
He didn't answer, just said: "The minute you get to the checkpoint, they call me."
He took my hand and kissed the back of my hand: "It should be almost time."
"What?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows in a rare way, and his smile was mysterious, generously showing that he was in a good mood.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and he went to open it, and Ansolov appeared at the door.
"Thank you, Comrade Ansolov, please rest early."
"You too, General."
Julian closed the door, and a sweet smell came in. I was surprised to see that he was holding an apple pie in his hand.
"This……"
He smiled and put the apple pie on the marble table and said, "Eat it."
Looking at that apple pie, with its burnt curls and slivers of orange zest, I was stunned.
"This is Mrs. Zeisel's last order." He looked at me: "I made it according to the recipe she left behind."
I picked up the knife and fork tremblingly, staring at the apple pie and stood there dumbfounded.
"Then...then where are they now?"
With tears in my eyes, I saw that Julian's eyes flickered a little. He looked away and landed on the grand piano, his expression still as calm as water.
"It's been shot."
"Shot..."
I felt my legs go limp, and the knife and fork in my hand fell to the ground with a ding.
"Why...why? Julian, I don't understand, isn't the Minister the Supreme Commander of the Stasi appointed by your Soviet military? Why did you give up on him?"
I grabbed his clothes by the waist and forced him to look at me: "Can you tell me why? Could it be because of Beria?"
"Rhein!" Julian frowned and scolded me lightly: "Not everything can be said casually, not everything can be found for a reason, the result is the most important thing, do you understand?"
"No, I don't understand." I took a step back: "I only know that the minister really likes me, and so does Annie. They are the few people in this world who really like me..."
Julian's expression suddenly eased, and he took a step forward and hugged me in his arms: "You still have me, huh? Understand? Zeisel is a good person, but it doesn't mean he can always sit in that position."
He took a deep breath and leaned against my ear, as if he wanted to explain to me patiently.
"Ulbricht didn't like him, Ulbricht didn't like people from the Soviet Union sitting at the top of the Ministry of State Security in East Germany, he wanted his people to sit there."
"But, doesn't Ulbricht have a good relationship with you?"
"Yes, Rhine, very good." His voice became softer: "But no matter how good a friend is, they still have secrets, don't they?"
"What about you?" I asked softly, "Has the incident with that person affected you? I've been worried because I know you and Sasha..."
I heard Julian chuckle softly, then squeeze the back of my neck and say, "It's not that simple, my dear, what you see and hear may not be true, politics... "
He sighed slightly: "Politics is a very complicated thing, let's stop talking about it, shall we?"
He let go of me, took out a new pair of knives and forks, and smiled, "Apple pie won't taste good if it's cold."
I knew it was impossible for Julian to tell me more, so I took the knife and fork and ate the apple pie quietly.Although I am very sorry to say this to old comrade Ansolov, this apple pie is almost [-] times worse than Anne's.
I could never eat Annie's apple pie again, and the thought brought tears to my eyes.Seeing me sobbing while eating, Julian rarely reprimanded me for not being a man, but gently picked up a handkerchief to wipe my tears.
He was so gentle tonight that it was a little abnormal.
He even invited me to take a shower with him that night, and while he was taking a shower, he carefully observed the gunshot wound on my back and concluded that I was recovering well.
"It seems to be okay."
He smiled very seductively, and I was about to ask what I could do, so he grabbed my hand and kissed me domineeringly.
I pushed him as if I wanted to refuse but still greeted him: "Wuuuuuuu, I'm a wounded person..."
"So, let's try to stand up, so as not to lie down and compress the wound."
Wow this man!How can you say such a thing so seriously.
So he started to move, and I couldn't stand his temptation. It didn't take long before I completely lost my self-control and kissed him back crazily.
In the dense water vapor, the sound of water splashes stirred.
He gasped emotionally in my ear, and happiness welled up in my heart again.
Yes, I still have him.
Holding him tight, I prayed to my Father to keep me always with him.
The next day, I came to 103 Ruthchester Avenue, standing in front of the huge buildings, I felt as if I was out of breath the first time I came here.Now that Milk has achieved his goal, I really don't know what is waiting for me.
So when the promotion notice was passed to me, I was so surprised that I couldn't close my mouth from ear to ear.
"Congratulations on becoming the Senior Sheriff of the Anti-Espionage Investigation Department." Milk's secretary Links narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully: "I think you will serve the country better than Sergeant Philip, don't you? "
I squinted at him, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him: "Take me to see Milk...Minister."
A muffled laugh came out of his throat, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and put on a respectful look: "Okay, I will take you there, the minister can't wait to see you."
So in the minister's office on the top floor of the familiar No. [-] building, I met Milk.
Still cynically, he rests his feet on his desk and toys with a Soviet gun.Seeing me coming, he raised his eyebrows sideways and showed an innocent smile, which almost made me lose control of my fist.
"Are you back?" He smiled at me, "Well, the task was completed well. If your friend, the major, hadn't helped you deal with the scene, you would have given us the entire Stasi!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, we little messengers can't do anything else, just be lucky and please the big shots."
He narrowed his sinister eyes, put his feet down, put his hands together and propped his head up, staring at me coldly.
I hadn't felt anything about his teasing for a long time, so I asked with a sneer, "Where is Philip?"
He hooked the corner of his mouth: "Where else? Of course in prison."
"Damn!" I stared at him fiercely: "He is an excellent sheriff and does his job well, you can't do this to him!"
"Oh, Sheriff Mueller, I think you'll regret talking to me like that." He raised an eyebrow, twirling the gun with one hand in boredom, and said casually, "plus our Maku Officer S Wolfe, you have two people in my hands, so you are not afraid of me..."
He picked up the gun and made a shooting gesture, and I was chilled.
"No, you can't..."
"I can!" He stood up and laughed: "Of course I can. Dear Comrade Muller, remember what I told you before? You are the dog of the Soviets, and you may become my dog one day ..."
He seemed to be delighted by his own words, and he beamed with joy: "As a dog, the most important thing is to be obedient. I used to think that you listened to General Azrael very much, but after seeing it, it was nothing more than that, you know? An obedient dog should be tamed properly, and whipped a few times when necessary, so that it can become obedient, isn't it?"
"Yes." I closed my eyes coldly, and raised the corners of my mouth: "Of course, I am really lacking in being a dog, and I have to learn from you. I think General Secretary Ulbricht has whipped you a lot... ..."
I stepped forward, approached him step by step, and clung to him, just like Julian used to threaten me—I don’t know where the courage came from, maybe it was out of anger, but I did it, and I have no regrets.I put him around the desk and leaned close to his ear, with an unprecedentedly cold voice.
"If you touch my people, then..."
"Unless you can guarantee, you don't have anyone in this world who cares."
I stared into his eyes and smiled, then walked straight out of the office.It wasn't until I walked out of Building No. [-] that I realized that I was drenched in cold sweat.
But I have no regrets, nor any fear, looking up at the gray sky, I think, if loss is doomed, then at least I should fight.
Clenching my fists, I walked towards Building 13.
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PS: The GRU, the General Directorate of Military Intelligence, was founded in the 20s. The then Minister of Defense Marshal Zhukov proposed to the Politburo of the CPSU Central Committee to establish a special intelligence subversive force in the Border Military District. In the event of a war or pre-war crisis, This unit can sneak behind enemy lines and carry out sabotage activities.It mainly serves the army, and has various special forces under its banner, such as the most famous "Alpha".And, unlike the KGB, the GRU was not affected by the disintegration of the Soviet Union and exists today.
However, due to the complexity and size of the Soviet system, this story will only be mentioned a little later in this story, mainly focusing on the KGB, so I would like to explain it here.