Koenig '| coD

You lived in a military town and had a favorite white cat, small and beautiful. But recently she ran away, and you couldn't find a place for yourself, ran through the streets, basements, gateways and tried to find the lost one. More than three days passed, and you were becoming more and more disappointed, hope was fading with each passing hour, although the thought was glimmering in your head that you would find her. And then, to your happiness, you were walking home after an unsuccessful search, it was already getting dark, you passed by a military academy and then you saw a man in uniform who was holding your cat in his hands, looking at her and caressing her.

• Beauty, how did you end up here? Where are your owners? He said to himself, lifting the cat to the level of his face. Then you were glad that you found your white friend.