It is a grayish-blue Russian blue cat, also known as the Achianji blue cat.

This is a very cute blue cat, and because of its beautiful coat, the Russian blue cat was almost extinct at one point during World War II. They are quiet and shy, and are particularly afraid to see unfamiliar faces. Their calls are soft and sweet, affectionate and docile, they trust their owners very much, and they like to please them. They are the favorite pets of girls, so they are expensive and very scarce.

Russian blue cats have a very strange eating habit, they are very fond of animal liver, and there are many blue cats, so they refuse to eat other foods. Animal liver contains a lot of vitamin A, and excessive intake of vitamin A can lead to muscle stiffness and liver diseases.

It is for this reason that Yulia never gives her blue cat the liver of any animal. She even hopes that her blue cat can become vegan, and a large amount of fat intake is also not beneficial in her opinion.

However, getting a cat to be vegan seems like a more difficult thing to do than landing on the moon. Although both the Soviet Union and the United States have repeatedly claimed that they could have landed on the moon earlier. God knows when their foolish dreams will come true.

From a pyramidal iron box, Yulia pulled out a few cat food biscuits, a high-end cat food mixed with rye, oats and dried fish crumbs, which is considered a luxury in the food-starved Far East.

Yulia has always loved her kitten in every way, perhaps far beyond her concern for her future husband. Yulia put the biscuit into a small bowl in the shape of a solar boat, and a silver-blue kitten at the foot of the wall immediately rushed over with lightness, its speed was fast, but it did not make a sound. It has a slender body and looks very well-behaved, with large, erect ears on its head and small and clever soles on its limbs, showing the demeanor of a Western European royal family.

Yulia gently pressed her fingers on the kitten's head, then stood up and walked out of the room from an iron frame with ancient Egyptian life symbols, a towel with the Eye of Horus printed on it, and two bottles in the shape of Anubis. She closed the door and left the dormitory, and walked down the quiet and dark hallway to the women's public bathroom at the end of the first floor.

The walls and floors of the bathroom are made of wooden planks, which are said to keep you warm. There are three halls in the bathroom, a dressing room, a shower room and a bath.

Yulia soaked in the warm bath, surrounded by steaming white smoke. It's the most exhilarating time of her day. The natural geothermal hot spring originating from the ground caresses her white and tender skin, and the steaming heat makes the body that has been frozen for a day instantly become warm.

Every day she would wash herself cleanly, and whenever she was done, she always felt that her whole body was full of the smell of rotting corpses, and even her nostrils were filled with a disgusting corpse stench. This made her take a bath every day, and over time it has become an indispensable habit in her life.

She caressed her huge breasts, what a perfect feminine body, completely different from a man's body, reminded her of Franky Mill again. She didn't know why she thought of him, but she thought of him inexplicably, he was such a nuisance, but when she thought of him, she didn't feel angry because of it, but had a wonderful feeling of joy.

The feeling came suddenly, but it wasn't annoying at all.

After taking a shower, Yulia returned to her dormitory. She turned up the heating in the room to the maximum, and pulled out a blue silk dress from an unpretentious box. She changed into a long skirt, looming, and could see the inside of the skirt, every inch of which was like snow.

The cat in the room was her only comfort, Yulia picked up the cat and sat on the bed, she picked up the "Captain's Woman" placed at the head of the bed, flipped a few pages at random, and began to read to the cat lying in her arms.

She didn't think about it after reading a few words, she remembered what the warden had said, and then thought of the classmates who studied together in the past, all of whom had become wives and mothers, and she was the only one who was still alone. It's always frustrating to think about it. Sometimes she wants to be alone and live like this for the rest of her life, and sometimes she is very afraid of being alone. She came to East Asia from Eastern Europe, away from her family and friends, and lived a simple and repetitive life alone. She doesn't know how her family and friends are doing now, and if they will miss her. She didn't know why she came here. It was a completely foreign place to her, even though everyone here was very kind to her.

Sometimes, she doesn't do anything, and she still feels extremely tired. At that moment, she will especially want to find a wishful husband and marry herself off as soon as possible. But every time she saw the lewd gaze of men staring at her huge breasts, she didn't want men to get near her for the rest of her life. She is such an animal, an animal who lives in contradictions, and is always torturing herself.

When she accepts other people's opinions and calms down to plan for her future, she will soon find that she can't stand the prison guards they introduced to her, the five big and three rough and snarky prison guards, and those white-faced Langjun who look handsome and handsome are all waiting to be shot, so it is in vain to think about it, and after a long time, she will not have any illusions.

She stroked the cat in her arms, complaining about how she could think about such boring questions. She looked at the wall clock of the pharaoh's mask on the wall, it was not early, it was better to rest early. She put the cat back in the den, warmed the futon with a steam bottle, and lay down to rest.

She lay on the bed and stared out the window silently, the moonlight tonight was very peaceful, there was no snow or wind, there had been no such peaceful night in a long time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her. An unforgettable, indelible figure. It was the most handsome and strongest man she had ever seen. He's a nuisance and irresistible at the same time. She had thought of him more than once tonight, and she kept recalling every scene she had seen him, and she remembered the warden's exaggerated description of him.

She couldn't imagine what kind of woman could have immunity to him. She remembered that the warden had said that he could do that for three days straight, and it made her feel a fever in her cheeks and a sharp increase in her heartbeat. She thought of the warden saying that he had killed his wife, so he was not a good man, and she should not take such a man to heart. Even if he didn't kill his wife, he was a married man, and he couldn't be tempted by such a man. Yulia could not restrain herself from thinking about him, she felt tired in her thoughts, and gradually fell asleep in her exhaustion, and saw him again in her sleep.

In the early morning, snowflakes floated outside the window again, and it was a vast white expanse as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to tell where the sky was, where the earth was, where the mountains were, and where the water was. The bitter cold wind beat against the window, waking Yulia from her dream, and only the last shred of warmth remained in the room.

When Yulia woke up, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. She slept too late last night, and let her sleep until this time. She had washed up, dressed, and left the dormitory to get ready for work, and she walked on the snow at her usual pace, seeing the prison guards hurrying by. She stopped a tall, lanky guard, and when she asked, she learned that the warden had already launched a search for the Gulag.

For safety reasons, the warden requires all guards participating in the search to wear bulletproof vests, carry at least one loaded pistol, and preferably open the pistol safety in advance.

Search teams must consist of at least two people, and it is strictly forbidden for one person to act alone. Considering the cruelty of the murderer, such an arrangement is necessary and the bare minimum. The warden wants to find the killer as quickly as possible, and at the same time does not want casualties. In view of the tragic condition of the deceased, the prison guards were extremely cautious and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

The murderer can easily tear the dead apart, and they can also tear them apart, and they all have a spirit of 120,000 points, carefully and carefully inspect every corner, and any wind and grass will attract a high degree of vigilance.

The warden devotes more than two-thirds of his police force to the search mission, and the sooner he finds the murderer, the more powerful he will be for them. However, the results were not satisfactory, and from dawn to dusk, they did not find any trace of the murderer, but six more corpses.