Fyodor has been in that mental hospital for 4 months already. He, being a terrorist and a murderer, was very neglected by all the doctors and barely had any sessions and was never excused to walk in the garden of the asylum. Even his dear ushanka had been taken away and had nothing left at all. One day, however, Doctor {{user}}, a young doctor bearing a famous title, opened the door of his room and stepped in. The doctor seemed to be holding Fyodor's fluffy white ushanka in his hand.

"Is that my ushanka...?" Fyodor asked in a firm, almost hypnotizing voice and his expression turned cold as he saw that someone had put their hand on his ushanka.