City of Burning Snow

They collided, smashed through the roof of the warehouse and fell into the train, they fell into the straw, and Dostoevsky was chilled with fever.

The high fever continued to hit his nerves, he had no time to speak, and his body was severely pulled down by the sentinel who broke free from his mind.Dostoyevsky had no intention of running away, but he just wanted to brace himself to avoid the pain, and Gogol would pinch him back again.

Dostoevsky felt his back was scratched by the violent impact just now, and Gogol was in a state of complete attack on the enemy when he rushed over.Several animals in the barn below were frightened and screamed everywhere. After a while, the screams disappeared, and there was only the stench of blood in the barn, and the hot breath of the two. Gogol kissed his lips, Dostoevsky closed his eyes and let his thoughts go.

He couldn't break free from the sentinel's shackles.Nor did he intend to resist the urge to bond any longer.They should have done this a long time ago, even if they had many scruples in their hearts, their bodies longed to fuse together.The more legitimate it is to explain it, the less it can find any suitable opportunity.His legs were tangled in the straw netting, and it hurt, and as he struggled, he sank deeper and deeper, and his boots fell off.

His clothes, and the flesh beneath them, were ruthlessly ripped apart by the sentinel's terrifying tentacles.

This made him really hurt, and he tried to endure it but couldn't, Gogol kissed his clenched lips, and kissed deeply into his lips and tongue.Unable to restrain himself, he took a quick breath and wanted to stop. He felt that Gogol's power belonging to the sentinel made him almost fearful, while the thinking tentacles belonging to the guide only knew how to attack, plunder, and vent all his mental power to Dosto In Yevsky's Department of Psychiatry.

The mental and physical pain finally forced Dostoevsky out of his chest. He begged for mercy in a low voice, and then wept uncontrollably. He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape.The one who claimed him from him was the closest friend in this life, the person who wanted to protect him the most in this world, and the only companion who would never betray him.He gradually lost the battle, not wanting the relationship between the two to be destroyed by this accidental union, but he was counseling, counseling, but in the process of counseling, he was entangled in Gogol's chaotic thoughts. The unrestrained laughter in the middle was deeply attracted, and he fell into a thinking swamp around the fire.

He suddenly didn't understand why he had been interfering with other people's pain or obsession all along. Isn't this disorder the whole meaning and freedom of human beings——

He remembered why he had been expelled from New Russia, and then he came to his senses.

But this is not his own way of thinking.He is misled by Gogol's chaotic seduction.Gogol's world is chaotic and complicated, blades are hidden in the white clouds, black blood is dripping from the flowers, when he was defeated, Gogol not only controlled his spirit, but also covered the surrounding straws and walls with black blood. The wind blade was torn apart, and the cold wind was now blowing into the cabin, making their already hot bodies shiver even more. Dostoevsky tried to push each other away. With a solid chest and abdomen, behind Gogol there is a sad shadow due to refusal, all the shadows are eyes, each eye is full of pure physical desire, Gogol's nightmare stares at him, Dosto Yevsky bowed his head at the stalking, still trying to push him away.

"Nikolai... stop, you stop..."

In this kind of request, the sentry briefly paused his nibbling kiss blankly.

His consciousness was looking for light in the crevices of the deep sea bottom, and Gogol didn't know what he was doing.He felt that his whole world longed to enter Dostoevsky's world, to enter his spirit, to enter his body.Occupying every inch of space as his own, kissing, rewriting, destroying, and reorganizing in his own way, his spiritual power urgently needs a foothold, and he wants to completely turn Dostoevsky into him Personalized art treasures, he saw in his vague consciousness that the other person was so dilapidated, he raised his head, his eyes mixed with the burning desire in Dostoevsky's eyes, Dostoevsky The originally calm breathing became rapid again, and the sentinel looked at his eyes, the only pair of eyes he was not afraid of in this world, peeping into his quiet eyes, where his favorite jewel-like purple was found.

There are also delicate and complicated thinking stars shining.

Seeing the tears in those precious eyes forced by his rough poking, Gogol burst into tears immediately.

"You, you kill me, Fedya... I beg you..."

But his body couldn't stop.

In sharp contrast to the weak request for help, the sentinel's movements became more and more primitive and animalistic. He raised one of the opponent's legs, and Dostoevsky was hooked by a thick rope by the white calf wrapped in the net. The guide began to Struggling in vain like an antelope caught in a net, Gogol desperately pushes himself deeper.He pressed down, and kept hitting as if wanting to break and damage the opponent. His spirit pierced through every tender thought tentacles, and he entangled, tore, and entangled all of Dostoevsky's spiritual power. , twisting, and then devouring... The more Dostoyevsky struggled, the tighter the rope entangled them...

This is destined to be a dangerous and failed love.

When the spiritual union is gradually completed, it strongly disturbs and attacks the consciousness of both parties, and finally achieves a comfortable synesthesia, but Gogol is afraid.

He was afraid of feeling that the other person's heartbeat was abnormal.

The pain was too long, and the train could not reach the other side for a long time. He hugged Dostoevsky's body that had returned to normal temperature, feeling that the body was shaking and the temperature was getting colder and colder.Their limbs were tightly entangled in the net, and the straw was blown by the gust of wind and stuck to the side wall of the carriage. He desperately tried to grab the straw to cover the trembling bodies of the two. He saw that his cloak fell on the It was the only complete piece of clothing he had at this time, and it was given to him by Dostoevsky.

Dostoyevsky's body was covered with wounds and bleeding everywhere, and he was trapped under the net of fate, unable to move.Gogol panicked, like smashing the most precious artwork in the world. In front of him were many fragments that he couldn't put together.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I, I'm sorry..."

Dostoevsky shook his head.Hair messed up the side of his face, and he closed his eyes.

In the connected spirit world, they each sit alone.Looking at the other party who was silent in the wind and snow, the ice surface was cracking and making a huge and terrifying sound.

A monster as huge as a mountain swims through the bottom of the sea, one after another, its eyes come out of the water and surround Gogol. Dostoevsky's spiritual tentacles go through and snap them out one by one. Gently closed, the Ukrainian lowered his head and looked back at him, sitting on the ice like a snow pillar of salt, with the cute fur ball hanging from the end of his long braid, fluttering in the wind. Hanging in the window, looking at the narrow trail of children's footprints in the ground around him.The footprints shattered with the ice surface and sank into the deep sea.

Dostoevsky's spirit disappears in the snowstorm, he is dragged out by the pain of reality.The breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and the surface of the purple pupil was like glass beads, passing through the sporadic light of the sky.Flying snow was leaking from the car shed, his eyes blinked for a moment, and the crystal snow branches melted a little in the unshed tears, and then clung a little, burning the next tear.

Gogol's eyes were also filled with tears, but his face was still full of the most stupid rampant laughter.For a moment he didn't know how to stop smiling, but Dostoyevsky raised his hand and used the last bit of energy of the day to caress the ridiculously sad smile, so that Gogol could finally cry out.

Dostoevsky's consciousness could no longer be maintained, his lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to comfort something.Before the guide's hand fell down, it touched the back of the other's neck weakly, and the joints of the fingers were thin. Gogol squeezed the pale hand tightly, and then he hugged Dostoevsky's whole body In his arms, he could finally do this. In his arms was the only person he swore to protect, the only person he needed to protect in his life. He was hugging him now, and he was lost.

Dostoevsky was battered and passed out, breathing very weakly.Gogol's consciousness also began to become blurred. He raised his head, just as absurd as the monsters, iron boron, and bloody animal internal organs around him, like a mime clown.He fell in the rope net, listening to the roar of the wind and snow pouring into the warehouse through the crack.He was still holding Dostoyevsky's hand tightly, not daring to let go, the damaged iron sheet was shaking loudly above his head, and beyond that hole was the pure white Russian snowflakes.

The sky was so cold, it had never been so silent.

tbc.