In March, the weather in Ukraine is still bitterly cold. Countless knives were wrapped in the cold air, and every inch of the bare skin on the people's bodies was pierced. I had to cover my head and face with a scarf before I went out, otherwise my face would immediately turn purple.

I locked the door and went to the grocery store not far away to buy chilblain medicine.

The chilblain medicine here is in high demand and is a necessity, so a tube is sold for five euros. I pulled out two coins and placed them on a glass case.

"Miss, you've just arrived here, haven't you?"

The woman who received the money was named Kansmina and was in her thirties. But she's very forgetful, and that's no less than five times she's asked me this question.

"I've been here for a while." I stomped my foot, and the snow seemed to be getting into my shoes, and it was bitterly cold.

"Then you should be used to the ghost weather here. Are you from? She touched the money and quickly took the account, then picked up the half bottle of wine next to her with one hand, brought it to her mouth, and used her teeth to pry off the cork.

Locals think that people with Asian faces, if they are free of movement, are mostly Japanese; And it is Southeast Asians who are not free to move.

I didn't answer, just smiled.

"You-" she looked at me a little shyly, "would you like some?" Kansmina shook the bottle in her hand.

I shook my head, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't drink." ”

This sentence seemed to touch her sadness, her face darkened, and she bowed her head and said, "You are a good girl." Our women here are used to being wild and drink a lot of wine every day. ”

I didn't know how to comfort her, but after thinking about it, I handed her another 5 euros, "Give it to you, maybe I'll come to you one day to ask for a drink." ”

She was a little happy and a little hesitant. After thinking for a moment, he still took the money, and his smile blurred the flush on his cheeks, "Wine can make people forget sad things." Immediately after that, she poured several large sips of wine.

I had heard her story, so I did not intend to linger so as not to upset her. I raised the chilblain medicine in my hand and said, "Goodbye! ”

Canmina could see that she was a little lost, but she smiled hurriedly, her expression beaming with sadness.

Back in the house, I quickly took off my fur coat and shook off the ice ballast. The fire was blazing, and the room was warm, so I hung my clothes on hangers and combed the fur on them. I bought it two months ago from the nearby black market and it was very cheap, only 80 euros.

It's very strange here, but the price of all the lives is ridiculously low, and the other necessities of life are very expensive in comparison.

I squeezed the chilblain medicine onto my skin and spread it little by little. The crack was nourished, and it died down for the time being, no longer tickling and scratching the heart.

After doing all this, I leaned back on the soft couch and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to do next.

Ukraine, where I thought my redemption began, is now like a cold cage that envelops me in the emptiness of the void and makes me feel my own insignificance.

No matter how helpless you are, you have to eat. That's what life has taught me over the past few months.

I propped myself up and went to the kitchen to find food.

The house is very old, so it's good that you don't need to be crammed with others. Even if you have to pay 100 euros a month, it's worth it.

Two tomatoes, one potato, one onion. There are also some cloves of garlic. In the past, I would have pouted, but now, on the outskirts of the city covered with snow, these vegetables make me feel satisfied.

I ate bread and sausages the other day, and I ate this stuff once in a while, but I was tired of eating it continuously. With these materials now, I can freshen myself up.

First wash the vegetables, scrape off the skin of the potatoes with a spoon, peel off the onions layer by layer, then cut them into pieces with tomatoes and garlic, then connect them to a large half pot of water and put them on the stove, throw them into the pot together, pour a few drops of oil, wait for ten minutes to sprinkle a pinch of salt, and squeeze three tablespoons of tomato paste...... And flour! I suddenly remembered.

Turn off the heat, knead the flour with water to form a dough, and then knead it into thin pieces of dough and throw it into the pot. Wait for them to stir for 10 minutes and remove from the pan.

A small pot of borscht gnocchi soup is complete.

The smell of food fills my nose, and at this moment, I feel nothing but gratitude.

After eating, it is the usual daily Internet time.

When I arrived, I realized that all I had envisioned was in vain, and that the internet could not connect to the outside communication signal at all, so I could only browse the local news and videos. As for the news, it is clear at a glance that it has been carefully screened, and the content is similar, which is nothing more than that the anti-government army has won a phased victory in the battle, and the form is as good as a streamer soap bubble.

There are also life-saving countermeasures under power, and wisdom is everywhere. So I scanned the news at a fixed time every day, hoping to find some clues or messaging.

The web page is full of advertisements that are interspersed. The ads here are bold, with scantily clad girls and even sturdy naked men everywhere, flanked by their body data. It's just that without exception, there is no too detailed address and phone number.

This is the special erotic business model here - just shoot, don't sit and wait.

And I know how they find customers.

Like Canmina's daughter, Mi'er, how those people managed to get customers for this 12-year-old girl.

I know where she is, I know who took her captive, I know what she's going through, but I can't say.

The muzzles of the guns in this place have eagle's eyes, and the human eye is not as poisonous as the eagle's eye.

If it had been a year ago, I would have said, it's okay, I'm not afraid of death. But now I know that I am not only afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of dying in vain.

I picked up the bottle at the foot of the table. I deceived Kansmina by not only drinking the wine, but also buying it from her. Every time she forgets me again. It's just that I can't drink with her and listen to her stories at the same time.

The wine was so strong that it burned from the throat to the heart. I imagined it meeting borscht in my stomach, and I wondered if it would be like Russia freezing the Eastern European Plain and Albania igniting the Balkans. until it swallows up all the flavors.

I met Mi'er, three months ago.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch the advertisement on the monitor, where a place name kept flashing: Kyiv.

Mi'er was abducted from here to Kiev, where she was supposed to transit and be sold to Albalia, and then into Western Europe to be more brutally exploited for surplus value.

I pulled open the second drawer under the table, took out an iron box that was originally used to store purple candy, and pulled open the lid of the box, pulling out a palm-sized dark red checkered notebook. Half of the notebook had been used, and I flipped through one of the pages and added a few words after a paragraph: Albalian Party. After a pause, he drew an arrow underneath with a pen, pointing to Kyiv.

Another question mark was put behind the Albanian party.