Berlin blood

They reached the train and, having flown into it, only then were they able to exhale, although Paul was still watching to see if there was anyone behind them. — Who was that? — the main question that tormented the girl, but she did not dare to ask it. — Nobody, he shouldn’t worry you. “But he tried to kill you.” This means it should. Tell me who is it? “He was once my friend, but now he is my enemy.” And, apparently, not only mine,” Paul took a breath. All this time he was sure that Moritz was dead, and no longer considered him his friend. It never occurred to him that he would meet him again someday on the threshold of his life. But Paul’s eyes did not lie, and Moritz’s voice still sounded in his head. “I hope he won’t follow us?” — Laura looked at the man. “I hope so too,” Paul looked out the window with glassy eyes and rewinded memories that he would gladly forget. *** Germany. Gestapo - This is urgent, Wilke! — the soldier burst into the office with such speed that he hit the table and spilled the water in his glass. — Where are you rushing to? I’m not going anywhere, we could have entered calmly. — I’m afraid not. You will have to urgently report to Heinrich that Paul has escaped. — What?.. Where?.. — Wilke turned out to be unusually slow today. — Wilke, why can’t you ever work when you need to? Do you hear what I told you? We’ve just been informed that Paul escaped on one of the trains! Don’t sleep, report to Wenger, damn it! Wilke, realizing the criticality of the situation and his position in it — that if he left, he would be finished — quickly jumped out of the office and rushed as fast as he could to the floor below. He flew through the corridors, mentally saying goodbye to his position. For the last two weeks he had been under Heinrich’s control, and one could say that they even found a common language with this man, who always rubbed his nose in his face, which Vilka really didn’t like. But he didn’t want to lose his position completely, and where should he go? Before he joined the organization, he quarreled with all the relatives he had left. — Mister Heinrich! — Wilke burst into the office, knocking his guards off their feet. A couple of hundred eyes instantly stared at him. The guy realized that he had broken in during the meeting and, apologizing, went out into the corridor. Henry, inviting him after the meeting, asked what reason allowed him to break in so boorishly. Wilke explained the whole situation and also said that now he was not alone. He handed over the file to Moritz, who was also seen in a fight with Paul. — So he’s with a girl? I wonder who she is? Did you manage to find out anything about her? Wilke shook his head. “Only one thing is clear: she either doesn’t know who he is, or she loves him very much, since, without hesitation, she went with him, also knowing that she would die too.” In any case, Wilke, send people. One group for Paul, another for Moritz — Heinrich developed Moritz’s case. — Do you know him? — the subordinate asked carefully, feeling that out of his own curiosity he was stepping on fragile ice. — I wish I didn’t know him: he’s a celebrity with his trashy character. I thought he died, but this rat survived and now works for the British. Well, death would have awaited him anyway. Yes, send Wilke a man to kill Moritz. We don’t need a competitor. We need to finish the matter with Paul as soon as possible,” Heinrich was saddened — his mood sharply deteriorated. He wanted to shoot this bitch right now, so as not to waste a single minute of time on him. Wilke said goodbye and went on errands. *** England Jerry sat in his office and waited for the call. The fog covered England, and no matter how warmly he dressed, there was still a cold in his soul, piercing through. He put out his cigarette and returned to his desk, which was littered with papers, documents and some personal notes. If only Moritz hadn’t let him down. This man was more cunning than a fox and looked everywhere to benefit his own skin. “Sixers” is what Jerry called these people. Wherever it’s better, that’s where they’ll go. Usually these people are easy to manipulate: they are empty, which means they can be filled with the knowledge and information that is beneficial. He saw in Moritz not only a murderer eager to take revenge on Paul: he saw a man whose soul was restless in this world. He would like to have a heart-to-heart talk and hammer home to this man that everything is ahead of him, the war is not eternal, that sooner or later, but he will have to destroy the wall with which he fenced himself off from everyone and sits, living in blood and war. However, Jerry did not have the energy and time. The phone rang, Jerry paused and picked up the phone. “Jerry,” Moritz called. He spoke excitedly and guiltily. The man immediately realized that everything had failed. — Calm down! Do you know where he went? — Most likely, to Spain, by direct train. — Via France means… I see. Go after them and now don’t let him escape. I don’t care what happened between you and him, do you understand? Don’t mix your grievances with the task. — Yes, I understand, I will do it, now for sure. And without emotions. What do you want me to do with the girl? — Which girl? “He’s not alone, there’s another girl with him.” — Kill her on the spot. Moritz hung up and Jerry took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. He underestimated Paul, and he would now be much more careful when moving around with the girl—you can’t really run around. Only if the girl doesn’t become the same as him. The task became more complicated, details were revealed. It would not be possible to close the case in a week, as he had intended.