In cell 151 of the Gulag, Frankimir, like Yulia, slept until noon. Franky Mire also had a dream, but not Yulia.

It's a nightmare that should have been sweet but ended in horror, and he dreams of Elena, who haunts him. For Frankimir, just being able to look at Elena is the happiest enjoyment in the world. However, it was this dream glance, which was short-lived for less than five seconds, that the beautiful Elena instantly turned into Lalisa, the wife who was lying sadly in a pool of blood, her body twisted and deformed.

Frankimir woke up from his dream, such a fleeting dream, but the heroic and fearless Frankimir was scared into a cold sweat. From noon to sunset, no matter how much Lao He chattered in front of him, he never said a word, just sat quietly alone on the bed, thinking about his own problems, and there were only two questions he thought about from beginning to end, one was Elena and the other was Lalisa.

For Lao He, today made him feel extraordinary. In addition to Frank Mire, who did not say a word, there were also the prison guards of this Gulagri. The guards didn't let them go to breakfast, they didn't let them go to lunch, and now it was almost dinner time, and it didn't seem to be moving, he couldn't even see the guards who used to patrol the corridors.

Lao He pressed his face against the iron bars of the cell door, squeezed his old and thin face tightly into the cracks of the cold railings, and tried to get closer to the other cells. He had not eaten any food all day, and the feeling of hunger made him very uncomfortable, and he shouted at the opposite cell at the top of his throat: "Has anyone starved to death?" Did anyone starve to death? Are they going to starve to death? ”

There was no prison guard around the silence, which made Lao He dare to shout like this. His cries were quickly answered, and the cacophony of pounding on the bars of the cell doors was immediately heard in the cells, an impatient metal thump that the prisoners used to vent their frustration.

"What the hell is going on, are they going to starve us to death? Even if you don't have work, you still have to eat. Could it be that this year's harvest is poor, food has become very scarce, and it is already a matter of food? Lao He turned his head and said to Frankimir while foaming at the mouth of his mouth.

"There's nothing to fuss about, maybe it's because it's so cold today, and they're all still lying under the warm bed." Frank Miir finally spoke, much to the delight of Lao He.

"You finally spoke, I thought you couldn't think of it, and I was going to kill myself. It's a strange day, I haven't been like this in the gulag for so long. Even if we are snooze, it is impossible to sleep until dark, which is obviously trying to starve us to death. Lao He said with his fist beating his cheeks, it seemed that he was a little really angry.

Frankimir sighed and looked out the bars at the rapidly darkening sky. He also felt that today's Gulag always looked a little weird, could there really be an accident.

Just as Frank Mire and Old Heco were speculating, two prison guards appeared in the hallway. They walked straight forward, passing through one noisy cell after another, and they did not stop or scold, but only allowed the prisoners in the cells to chatter and quarrel.

Two prison guards came to the door of cell 151, glanced inside, and shouted expressionlessly, "No. 53243, someone wants to see you." ”

Frankimir hadn't been able to get used to his new name, and Lao He couldn't help but whisper beside him: "Call you, why are you still stupid." Only then did Frank Mire realize that the prison guards had come for him.

Frank Miir looked suspiciously at the guards standing outside the cell, as a KGB secret policeman, he was always able to notice something unusual. And this time, the prison guard who was going to take him away did not mention the warden, which means that it was not the warden who wanted to see him, so who else would want to see him in this gulagri?

"What's the matter?" Frankie Mill couldn't help but ask.

"Just come with me, don't ask so much, you'll see." The prison guard said disdainfully. Prison guards never have to give prisoners a good face, they should be treated like this, whoever let them carry the cells of crime from birth, is destined to be inferior in this life.

"Who is it?" Frankimir was puzzled, which made him feel that the person who wanted to see him could not be the warden.

"Don't nag, it's from the KGB." The prison guard said impatiently that he told Frankimir because they didn't want Frankimir to bother them again.

Like zombies, the guards opened the door of the cell, and Frankimir hesitated for a moment before exiting the cell.

Two prison guards walked ahead, followed closely by Frank Mire. This makes people look very incongruous, and they always feel that something is weird. Usually the prisoner always walks in front of the prison guards, and no one dares to guarantee that the prisoner behind him will not suddenly attack him. If you let the prisoner walk behind you, who can guarantee that the prison guard in front of you will be safe. Perhaps it was the fact that Frankimir's handcuffs and shackles had not been removed from the Gulag since they arrived, unlike the other prisoners, which made them feel that Frankimir was not a danger to them, but in the eyes of others, they seemed to be a little overconfident in their behavior.

Frankimir walked forward silently, thinking in his heart, who could this man from the KGB be talking about? Whether the man had come to help him or to harm him, Frankimir did not know, just as he did not know why he was locked up here.

Soon Frankimir had an answer, and whoever came to see him could not easily trust them. In just a few days, Frankimir had been betrayed so many times that he could no longer trust anyone unless he intended to kill himself.

He suddenly remembered that Lao He had told him that the prisoners who were held here were neither allowed to see outsiders nor allowed outsiders to visit the prison, and they must all be here and obediently accept labor reform.

This made Frankimir instantly alert, could there be some ulterior secrets in this, whether the warden knew about this, or whether this was a trap set by him in the first place.

Frankimir stared at the two prison guards in front of him, carefully observing their every move, carefully examining where they were taking him. It wasn't until the guards led him into a corridor leading to one visiting room after another that Frankimir's heart calmed down a little.

The guards opened the door to one of the visiting rooms, and as soon as they pushed Frankimir into the visiting room, they locked the door. The two prison guards did not enter the visitation room, which appeared to be in complete violation of the Soviet rules on visitation.

Such an unusual move made Frankimir nervous again in an instant, he had never been in prison, but as a secret policeman, it was impossible not to know such common sense. He carefully inspected every corner of the visiting room, and his eyes swept to the iron table in the visiting room, where a beautiful woman sat as clear as ice and snow.

At the sight of this woman, Frank Miir had an indescribably strange expression on his face, which was a relief, but also a fear; That's a kind of expectation, but also a kind of complaint; That's a certainty; It's more of a doubt.

Sitting in the visitation room was none other than Franky Mill's partner in the KGB, Maria, known as the "Ice Beauty".

"You dare to come here, you dare to come to see me! You're the one who locked me up here! That's right, it must be you, only you! Why are you doing this, whose command is this, and what is your purpose? Frankimir roared, his irrepressible anger changing his voice to someone else entirely.

The sudden burst of rage made Frank Miir hysterical, like a mentally ill man who couldn't control himself, and he kept pounding the iron table in the room. The dust on the iron table was shaken by Frank Mire, and the table top was also twisted and deformed by his heavy fists, but fortunately the table was nailed to the concrete floor in advance, so it was not smashed and flew under his heavy blow.