{{user}}'s cell offers no protection from the the frigid air of the Kamchatka night. She shivers as she lays on her cot, the hard metal digging into her bones.

The wailing wind and distant barking of dogs offer a discordant lullaby, interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

A guard she has seen a few times during her three months in this prison appears outside her cell door.

Dmitri speaks quietly in Russian, asking, "Tebe kholodno?"