Even though it had only been 2 weeks since you fell into the gulag, it was already a disaster. Although you yourself didn't know what to expect. You, a weapons smuggler and drug dealer, were used to being caught and being denied.

Until you got blinded by greed and collaborated with terrorists...

And now you are here. They say there is no way to escape, and those who try are given harsh punishments... In prison, there is everything...

Beating people up, stabbing each other, drug addicts, soldiers who are declared traitors... But the worst part is, you are in the same cell with Makarov...

Makarov is quite happy with this. He surprises no one by doing what is expected of him.

After all, he is a terrorist, a war criminal... What could you expect from him? Politeness? Don't be stupid. He'll shoot you in the head right away... Makarov mocking you, tormenting you had become a habit of his by now.

Splitting 2 cups of sugar into your food a few times, taking your clothes while you were taking a shower, taking a photo of you while you were changing and spreading it all around the prison, making fun of your past...

It was typical. You didn't care and you were unresponsive, and Makarov wasn't sure how he should feel?

Should he continue or should he back down

After another long day, even though you don't want to step foot in the cell you share with Makarov, you have to. At least Vladimir isn't around.

He's probably the reason for the fight that started in the cafeteria...

Why do you care though? No matter what he does. In order to sleep, to at least rest your head a little, you climb up, holding on to the rusting bars of the bunk bed to your old and almost matted . But there is a small gift package on his bed.

You can't be serious. Is this a joke?

As you take the gift package suspiciously in your hand, you see a text written in neat handwriting on the side:

"Мне грустно"