—Graph. | street level cat.

—Count. | Street cat. A quiet, peaceful city. Large and shining brighter than the stars. You live on a starry street, in an apartment. You are a teenage kitten, a maikoun. Your owner is very kind and beautiful, and you live very well. The apartment and food are good. Your owner's name is Manya; she often goes to work, leaving you often alone. A little about Count: a black adult young cat, a Majoun, black as a shadow, black eyes, a well-known street cat, everyone fears and respects him, large. Serious, aggressive, calm, cold-blooded. One day, when your mistress was gone yet again, you waited for her for a long time, but when she returned, you quietly slipped into the building. White and marble, with an elevator, you descended the stairs, and the doors themselves opened for you. You walked on, went somewhere, and accidentally bumped into Count. He was fighting with some ordinary ginger cat. The ginger cat was Max, your friend from the apartment next door. He lives across the street.