On an autumn night in Siberia, the wind was as cold as a knife, and the huts where the slave prisoners lived swayed in the wind, looking like they could collapse at any moment. The chapel not far away was brightly lit, and from time to time there could be the laughter and screams of women. The fireplace in the chapel was blazing, and the dark red fire was dancing like a ghost. It was burning hot, and everyone's faces were flushed. Two ** big men with a big figure on the upper body smiling and whipping a half-naked lady with a cowhide whip dipped in water. There were also a dozen naked men and women snuggling up together, drinking, laughing, and admiring the painful expressions of the beaten women. The list goes on and on.

Rasputin wore a priest's robe woven from fine silk, and a solid gold cross set with a huge ruby swayed like a pendulum with the movement of his body. Specially brewed to commemorate Tsar Alexander's victory over Napoleon, the finest Ukrainian vodka is as clear as gold in color and almost as valuable as gold of the same weight. Rasputin took a small sip of the syrup from the crystal goblet and looked at the whipped woman with a smile on his lips. Two Russian girls, only fifteen or sixteen years old, snuggled up at his feet like kittens.

Rasputin's body was tightly wrapped in the priest's robes, and his feet were not wearing shoes and socks, and he stepped barefoot on the smooth shoulders of the girl, and he liked the feeling of trampling people under his feet??? If there were not two village maidens at his feet, but a powerful court minister or a noble countess, the feeling would have made him mad with excitement.

The scene in front of him was so familiar that Rasputin couldn't help but think of a lot of past events. He wasn't originally called that, his real name was Gregory? Yefimovich? Novich ??? Rasputin is a nickname that means "debauchery".

He liked the nickname as much as he liked the debauched life, and from then on he took Rasputin his name. This was his hometown and the place where the Russian exiled prisoners. His family was very poor, and there seemed to be no father in his memory, and perhaps even his mother did not know who his father was. His mother supported him by washing people's clothes, and more often than not, he washed herself and gave her body to the filthy convicts in exchange for a little crumb of bread. He soon learned to steal and seduce wealthy women from the convicts.

I remember that it was also a cold autumn night, and at the age of twelve, he once stole a little black bean from the rich peasants in the village to feed the horses because of hunger, and then the fellow found him, stripped him naked, hung him on a tree, whipped him, and then poured cold water on him.

It was a cold night, and the night was unusually long!

This feud, he remembered, and six years later, when he was eighteen years old, he had become a handsome young man. His pale blue eyes fascinated all the girls in the village, including the rich peasant's youngest daughter and his young wife.

Rasputin unceremoniously toyed with his daughter and wife, then ruthlessly abandoned them, and before escaping from the village, he did not forget to steal two of the kulaks' most beloved horses.

That same year, he joined the Whip Cult, a sect of the Orthodox Church that advocated that the only way to receive God's revelation and blessing was through sinful works. Once a sin has been committed and confessed, the penitent can be forgiven. This idea of "cleansing sin with iniquity" immediately appealed to Rasputin.

In this sect, he learned hypnotism and soon became a master. His pale blue eyes and magnetic bass accentuate almost every woman and shock them from the bottom of their hearts. With the help of deception and hypnotism learned from the convicts, he traveled from Siberia to Athens and Jerusalem, and he was able to deceive and deceive all the way.

When he returned to his hometown in Siberia, he was already considered a saint. The doctrine of "whipping the body" was also quickly popularized by him here, and almost all the girls and young women in the surrounding villages were played by him??? What made him happiest was that the rich peasant who had beaten him to death back then actually staged a spring palace scene with his own daughter in front of him and other believers.

Rasputin had expected to live in Siberia for the rest of his life, but seven years ago an unexpected opportunity struck. That year, Russia underwent reforms, and various factions were strengthening their power, especially for the masters of propaganda. Father Vostolgov of the Russian Black Centurion found Rasputin in Siberia and brought him back to St. Petersburg. With his eloquence and hypnotism, Rasputin soon became the guest of honour of the ladies of Petersburg, and the best bedding for them to spend their boring time. From the crown prince's nanny, to the female internal officials of the royal family, to the prominent Countesses, Marquises and other big names, they all became Rasputin's bed partners. Rasputin's childhood skills in bed enchanted them, and he used hypnotism to plant a shadow of himself as a saint in their hearts, making them believe his words.

His fame grew, and gradually the magnates of Petersburg knew that there was a Rasputin in the court. And there are more and more women who sleep with him, and his identity is becoming more and more prominent. Until one day, Countess Verubova, who was fascinated by Rasputin, recommended him to her close friend and the most powerful woman in Russia, Empress Alexandra.

Rasputin bribed the craftsmen of the court with money, sawed the chains of the crystal chandelier in the children's playroom of the summer palace, and then suddenly ran to the queen's room and said to her: "Do not let the children go near the children's playroom, I saw a tragedy happening there, the blood of the princes and princesses filled the room, and I saw the tears of you and His Majesty the Tsar filling the Neva!" ”

The queen was inexplicable, but out of concern for the children, she forbade the prince and princess from entering and leaving the children's playroom. It wasn't until three days later that the chandelier had fallen off and shattered as a trophy from Paris, France, and Alexandra saw the fragments of the chandelier, and she was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and kissed Rasputin's toes reverently, thanking him for saving the lives of the princes and princesses.

Thinking of this, Rasputin picked out a smile at the corner of his mouth??? Stupid woman!

At court, Rasputin was revered like a saint, and he could enter and leave the Tsar's court without retribution, but he had no interest in red tape, and his only hobby was to trample the women who stood high under his feet, and let them go crazy in the pain of their whipping and the pleasure of being toyed with, in the thrill of that dignity being insulted.

The husbands of the ladies hated him so much that they spread rumors that Brasputin was having an affair with Empress Alexandra, so that the Tsar had to expel him from the court and return to this small church in his home in Siberia.

The experience of more than 20 years is like a story that has been orchestrated for a long time, from where it comes from and where it returns??? It's like Balzac's satirical comedy.

But a yellow-skinned Chinese changed Rasputin's fate when he gave him untold amounts of money that allowed him to live a life of court-like luxury in Siberia. Moreover, the Oriental man also gave him a prophecy that in the ninth month of the Russian calendar, the Tsar would send a telegram from Poland to Rasputin, asking him to pray for the crown prince, who was suffering from severe hemophilia.

The Oriental told Rasputin that as soon as he received the telegram, he would call back to the Tsar: "The crown prince has received God's blessing and will recover immediately." And Rasputin will regain the trust of the Tsar and his wife and become the most powerful man in the Russian court!

Rasputin received money, elaborately woven priests' robes, crosses in gold and rubies, and boxes of centuries-old Ukrainian vodka??? When these were sent to the small mountain villages of Siberia, the whole village was stunned, their ancestors had never seen so many good things in their generations. The villagers firmly believe that Rasputin is a saint, a person who has been blessed by God.

In addition to sending countless money and good things, as well as that inexplicable prophecy, the mysterious Oriental man also sent a warning. The Oriental told him that he had done all this on the commission of an Eastern saint, and that when the prophecy was confirmed, Rasputin had to obey the orders of the Eastern saint or face the severest punishment from God!

The mysterious Oriental did not tell him the name of the Oriental saint, but gave him an address, told him that after the prophecy was fulfilled, he sent a telegram to report the situation according to the address. At the same time, the Oriental warned him that the Eastern saint who gave him everything was the most honorable prophet. When Rasputin received a telegram from Poland from the Tsar, the prophet would use his divine powers to restore the crown prince, but he demanded that Rasputin keep it a secret and not reveal the prophet's existence to anyone.

Rasputin took everything, but he was amused by the prophecy. I started by swaggering, how can I believe these things?

The prophecy of the prophets? Alleviate the crown prince's hemophilia with divine powers? It's ridiculous, how can there be such arrogant fools in this world? But it's not bad to have a fool who can send money to himself, otherwise I'm afraid I won't even have to eat black bread, and I won't have so many village girls to play with.

Ignorant and arrogant yellow-skinned monkey!

It is really surprising that they know that there is a Poland in this world, and it is even more difficult for them to know that Poland is ruled by Russia, and the yellow-skinned monkeys still seem to think that they are the center of the world, and their emperor is the master of all mankind!

"What's going on today?" Rasputin asked in a low voice.

A middle-aged man with a full beard replied, "Today is the first day of September." ”

The first day of the ninth month of the Russian calendar?

Oh, the time prophesied by that Oriental has come!

Rasputin took a greedy sip of wine, maybe after this month, after their prophecy was shattered, they would never give themselves money and wine again, that would be terrible!

Rasputin vaguely hoped that this prophecy would be true and would come true??? But if the prophecy really came true, then it means that there really was a prophet in the East!

No matter what, there is wine today and drunk today, Rasputin said sharply: "Why don't you fight?" Be a little more ruthless, let the cry of this slut spread throughout the universe, and God will only forgive her sins when he hears her scream??? Change to a thicker whip and give me a hard beating! ”

"Ah???h

The terrible screams that came from the chapel, carried by the Siberian night wind, were heard by God, at least the penal prisoners in the cabin, and a Russian postman galloping on horseback!

The postman ran to the chapel and jumped off his horse, and rushed in: "Lord Rasputin, is Lord Rasputin here?" ”

When the postman entered the chapel, he was stunned by the sight of a dozen naked men and women entangled like mating snakes, a lady with a smoky back looking at the ceiling with confused eyes, and Rasputin, sitting in a chair, dressed in a rich priest's robe, with one hand on her arms of an underage girl, and beneath him knelt a young woman in her early twenties, who was bowing her head and sucking in his crotch.

"What's the matter?" Rasputin sat motionless.

"Your telegram, my lord!"

Rasputin was shocked, but he forced his composure, and when he found that the young woman kneeling under his crotch had stopped moving, he slapped her viciously: "Slut, come on, don't stop!" ”

"Say, what a telegram. Just read it to me! Rasputin said blandly, in fact, even if he gave him the translation of the telegram, it would be useless, because Rasputin could not read.

"My dearest brother, the great Saint Rasputin??? The Empress sent a telegram from the summer palace that Crown Prince Alexei's illness had recurred, and that it was so severe that the Imperial Physician could not do anything about it, and I begged you to use your divine power to dispel the devil and pray to God Almighty for the betterment of my son's condition??? Your humble friend, Nikolai? Alexandrovich! The postman stammered.

Rasputin's blood almost burst out of his body, his breathing became extremely heavy, his body trembled involuntarily, the young woman under his crotch thought that he had reached a critical point, and began to blow the horn of the general attack, serving him even harder, and her long flaxen-colored hair shook back and forth with the movements of her body, like a battle flag fluttering in the air.

Rasputin, who was so excited by the double stimulation of body and mind that he said in a trembling voice: "Call back to His Majesty the Tsar in my name and tell him that God has seen the tears of the Empress, that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be well, and that he will not be taken away by God!" If there is a callback, send it immediately! ”

The postman in the town looked at it reluctantly, and Rasputin's pale blue eyes flashed with a misty light, and he said calmly: "Go ahead, after this is done, you can enjoy everything here." ”

After the postman left, Rasputin could no longer compose himself, his heart was filled with great fear and excitement!

The prophecy had been fulfilled, and on the first day of the ninth month of the Russian calendar, even the time was so accurate that the Oriental was really a saint??? If the crown prince's condition is really cured by his divine powers, and his hemophilia is alleviated, Rasputin will undoubtedly return to Petersburg and become the most powerful man in the court!

It would be an ironclad fact that the unidentified Saint of the East was a true prophet, a Holy Spirit comparable to the Trinity of Jesus Christ??? Even the Eastern Saint is the resurrected Christ Himself!

What a fascination it would be to have a prophet as your own master!

The young woman continued to serve him, and Rasputin was gifted enough to satisfy the needs of three or five sluts at once, often ending the orgy after dawn, and by the next morning he was refreshed again, and the general stimulation had long since become numb to him. At this moment, he felt that his body was more excited than he had ever been, and he almost wanted to shout at the dome of the church.

The time after the postman's departure was so long, almost as long as the night he was hung from a tree when he was twelve. The difference is that now he is clothed, and the woman who blows the "Magic Flute and Chasing the Soul" for him is the little daughter-in-law of the rich peasant who beat him half to death.

All things have spirits, everything is a pre-set plot set by God, and people's hard struggle to get rid of the shackles of fate is nothing more than a senseless resistance, just like the fish in the vegetable market, no matter how hard they pounce, they can't change the fate of entering the kitchen and becoming a good meal.

I don't know how long it has been, Rasputin's heart is still surging like the sea, but the body's reaction seems to have been suppressed, and it has not been able to reach the peak of the most **, the young woman's head is thrown around, and the sweat flows like a mountain spring, wetting the hem of Rasputin's robe.

"My lord, my lord, Your Majesty has called back, and the crown prince's condition has improved!" The postman began to shout as far away as the chapel.

"Ahh

Rasputin let out a beastly howl, and a stream of cloudy liquid squirted out and shot into the young woman's mouth, and she coughed unprepared.

Rasputin looked at the dome of the church and the colorful paintings on the glass windows, and his ears seemed to hear the sound of singing from heaven??? The song was so melodious, so fascinating.

That kind of sound is called a natural sound??? That is the prophet's greeting to Himself, to follow Him, to worship Him, to praise Him, to give Him everything!

Rasputin's knees fell to the ground involuntarily, and he worshipped most devout like a pilgrim.

The direction of his worship is the east of the world??? There is a country there, called China!

(To be continued)