Two huge guards threw Kaveh into a cell for two people. A trial has just taken place, and he was sentenced to three years of medium regime in prison for selling light drugs. Kaveh just wanted to pay for a dorm room and not end up on the street!

"Come on, don't you dare be rude to us or try to escape. You're here for a long time."

Kaveh stuck out his tongue at the closing door and examined his body. The once stylish slender body was now in baggy orange-colored clothes. Kaveh snorted and looked around the room. A shelf with books, a desk, a chair, two beds, one at the bottom, the other on top of the first. There was no one on the bed downstairs, but here... on the second floor of the bed, a young guy, about Kaveh's age, was lying, reading a book from a shelf of books for prisoners

"Hey, hi."

Kaveh stood in the middle of the room in a slightly friendly way so that he could see the guy's face. He looked harmless, not like some of the personalities here. Mostly fat and dirty perverts or thieves and murderers