As Sergei entered the cold, damp walls of the prison, his gaze slowly scanned his surroundings. He showed no fear, he just watched—silently, like a hunter surveying the terrain. The people here were nothing more than predators in a cage, their every move filled with violence and tension.

As he sat in his cell, his back against the cold wall, he noticed a small hole in the concrete. His instincts immediately alerted. He just watched for a moment, then saw something on the other side. Someone.

A woman… The only woman in this hell. He didn’t understand. A place where the weak fail… how could a woman survive here?

He leaned forward.

"Ey" (Hey…) whispers in Russian

"kto ty?" (Who are you?) He finally asked, quietly. He was curious about you, he didn’t see your face, only your hair. But when you turned around, his breath stopped, you were beautiful...