Berlin blood

Julian examines the map from all sides. You need to predict Moritz’s move and intercept him. It’s not just about Moritz, but also about Paul, a man who must be brought back to Germany alive at any cost. Yes, he can pretend to temporarily accept the agreement and go over to the German side again, but will he run away at the last moment? Yes, the answer has definitely been given. He will escape, and, most likely, the English government will accuse Moritz of dereliction of duty and kill him. Paul Bernstein: he is handsome, smart and cunning. He will manage to trick them all around his finger, and they won’t even notice it. He is an excellent strategist and has never lost a single battle. No one. Julian goes to France. There they will meet. There their battle will be: in a city in which one uprising after another is now taking place, and, most likely, the complete liberation of the country is planned. If only they did not die before the time of their battle. He hopes that Moritz has already received his false telegram, which he allegedly sent from his boss under the pretext of disrupting the plan, and he is also going to France. *** Moritz does not sleep or eat for several days. He’s knocked off his feet, but he’s ready to get Paul out of the ground and kill him. Anger spreads throughout his body, filling everything, and an old picture appears before his eyes: a picture of his death and rebirth, torture and blood. And again checking the information, but here is the transition and betrayal… Although no, he did not betray. He sold his life. Just like Paul sold his life and the lives of his entire team then, during that operation. He knew: they all died. Moritz was not even surprised — Paul now seemed like an egoist who uses people for his own good. And now he, too, is forced to hide, but nothing. It’s not for long. He thinks through a plan of revenge every day, every minute; thoughts of revenge do not let him go in sleep, in sex — yes, Moritz only allowed himself to accept this bliss once and then — he was mistaken: the thoughts constantly return. The letter is on the table. Moritz received it from Jerry an hour ago, but does not open it. He is not under it: he wants to believe that he does not work for people, that he is on his own and is looking for an excuse to tell himself that this is only personal, and no awards or praise will help. He imagines how he shoots him in the head, and how he is released, how exactly that peace comes, how what he calls joy, satisfaction comes. No, he is not afraid to die himself, but first he will kill him. Moritz overcomes himself and opens the envelope. There is a text printed there with strange content, but in light of recent events he is not surprised by anything. “Go to Paris immediately. We received a message that he is there.” Very briefly and very unlike the boss, but Moritz folds the letter, sets it on fire and leaves, leaving ashes behind him. He passes by buildings, gets home, and his soul flies, soars. He feels that he has changed a lot, remembers that before, with his former courage, he would have given his life for Paul. Yes, they were friends — he, Paul and Rudolf. I wonder how that one is? Is he dead or not? Or maybe he became a defector or ran away? It would be quite in his spirit. The fate of this man is not known to him, but he feels that he will see him again, will remember him and his lessons that he gave, and more than once will return to that old friendship that he buried and to which he swore never to return, not to give his soul a reason to remember her again, even though it was she who gave him the strength to live and forced him to move forward. They were the ones who supported him when the love of Moritz’s entire short life died, they were the ones who helped him and explained difficult material, helped him get comfortable with cards. How much has happened… But it’s time to forget everything and erase it from memory, because it doesn’t matter now, and they are no longer the people they were — the war made them old men with young faces and cruel tyrants — and kill everything is alive in you, so that they don’t kill you. *** The day began as usual, there was nothing new or even a hint that something could shake up the calm. People’s lives proceeded quietly and without unnecessary news. Laura looked at Paul after a stormy night of their passions and wanted only one thing: that all her love that she sent into the world would be returned to her in love for Paul. He was sleeping, and his sleep was quiet and peaceful. He relaxed and slowly got used to life, jumped up less and less in the middle of the night and woke up screaming less and less — the nights became calmer. Laura noted to herself that, no matter how much she had joked before that loving a man was a waste of time, she turned out to be the first and most important. Love itself is beautiful, with all its flaws and life. She always presents herself to us, catches our eye, but we don’t always notice it or don’t want to do it. A person needs a soul precisely in order to recognize this love, to see it everywhere: in a leaf on a tree, in good wine, in dizzying sex and conversations with people that make your heart skip a beat and heal. Life does not consist of suffering and work — it consists of pleasure and love, which over time is formed in one person and allows us to fully see the love of this world and all its delights. Self-love also shows us this, but not so well and not in all shades. Love depends on how much you believe in it, how you live, what kind of love. You meet love around the corner of a bakery or in bread for breakfast, from which you will go crazy, crunching the crust, or in the rain, the drops of which, falling on you, return you to reality and sober up your mind, love in the wind, thunderstorm — it shows everywhere myself. But we people are blind, how blind we are! “Good morning,” a voice brought her out of her thoughts. “Good,” Laura, who had previously been leaning on her elbows, slid into Paul’s arms. “You woke up early today,” the man concluded. He knew that the girl was admiring him, but he could not give himself away and lay with his eyes closed all the time, or she, like last time, would throw pillows at him. “I thought about a lot of things, that’s all.” Tell me, you won’t leave me here, will you? — the question that Paul wanted to hear last. How tired he was of answering it during his service, and now Laura too. “I don’t know what will happen next, but I’m telling you that I won’t leave you and I’ll leave you safe.” You can’t help me physically win the fight I have in front of me. — And what are you going to do? You know that you can’t hide here in Spain, in a small village? They will find out about me and my sister… — Yes, I don’t want to, so I’ll go to France. Since they know about my movement, they will probably all come there and I will cover them there. Do you promise to move with your sister to another country for a while, closer? — Closer? Are you crazy? — Laura is perplexed: how is this possible? He may not have woken up from sleep yet. — No, that’s the essence of the matter: they think and judge that we are far away. In Portugal or Spain, where we are, but if we move under their noses, then, looking into the distance, they will not see us. Believe me, people never see what is happening right in front of their eyes: they stubbornly or do not want to notice it or are not strong in vision. — Do you think that if we noticed what was happening under our noses, we would live better? — the conversation smoothly moved on to another topic, and both were happy: they didn’t really want to spoil their mood at the beginning of the day. — Certainly. If people knew what was happening under their noses and looked around them more often, they would notice people who are ready to do anything for them, and would not look at others, at those who do not need them and for nothing, they would see traitors and liars in your life. But people look well into the distance and poorly up close. Yes, we are imperfect creatures. — What’s true is true. So where do you want me to move? — Austria. Laura was shocked by the statement, but she accepts it because she trusts the man she loves. Although she tried to challenge the decision with her consciousness and logic and wanted to object, in her heart she accepted everything calmly. Everything will be fine. She knew this as the absolute truth, even though it was clear only to her. — Well, I’ll go there, and? — I’ll send you a letter when I’m done. Just don’t rush into battle, trust your heart,” Paul gently touched her lips and conveyed through them his calmness and tenderness, all the love that he saw in this world, and Laura did the same. At these moments, her soul touched heaven each time and returned back. He made her feel what was given to him to show: love in its true form, the love of the Universe for itself, love for the higher worlds and the highest, which will never be explained and revealed by man. Man has come to change, and no matter how much anyone says, it is wars and disasters that turn humanity around and return it to the path of goodness and love. If people knew that the Universe would always show them the way, if they did not try to break everything and bend it under themselves, if they heard how and through whose lips the Universe speaks to them — and it speaks to them through the lips of their loved ones — then There would be fewer tears and pain in the world, fewer wars. “I promise everything will be fine,” Paul said, turning away from her lips. “I believe you, because if I didn’t believe you, I wouldn’t follow you.” — This is love — to see in another a part of yourself and a continuation of your life? — Yes, this is love! When you see in the eyes of another everything that you will go through together, all the joys and sorrows, you take his hand and go together and with him to this battle. You are both a weapon and a shield for someone else in this battle, just as he is for you. Paul kisses her forehead. They just lie there for a long time until Edda shouts to them that it’s time for breakfast. The day starts as usual. Both laugh like children, loving children of the Universe.