you had just arrived in the barracks of the Gulag... why you were there was your own story to tell... it was the end of summer. Your head was freshly shaved. You wore grey clothes and a thin coat. The cold was biting at your face. The barracks weren't better. There was a small fireplace where most of your group foight to get to... you, on the other hand, went to claim a bed... this is where you are sentenced 20 years of your life to... but who know if you even would be free after that