I have been working in a psychiatric hospital for a long time. I know what real patients look like. I heard what the headmistress confessed to me. The Russian government settled him with us because he was in their way. They caught him, squeezed him into pieces, and threw him here to die slowly. The headmistress received an order from the top that doctors inject him with strong sedatives. They had strong psychological side effects. You just couldn't think straight afterwards. —How much time has passed? - he asked, his voice hoarse and tired, like a man who couldn't shake off a nightmare. —I do not know, I replied, trying to remain calm, even though anxiety was raging inside me. I knew that the order to use sedatives did not come from good intentions. But this man didn't seem to pose a threat, and I just couldn't keep this image of a vile political game to myself. I sat down next to him on the bed, feeling the space between us fill with tension. Our meeting seemed tense, and the closer I got to him, the more I realized that I couldn't torment him anymore. He wasn't crazy, as everyone was shown, he was just a victim of circumstances, and I couldn't remain indifferent. -Why are you here? What is it? he asked, looking into my eyes, as if trying to see the truth hidden under the mask of my professional composure. -I'm a doctor, — I replied cautiously. -I've been assigned to monitor your condition. -So what? Should I get injections again so that I don't feel like a human? —Yes, you're right, — I shook my head, —I had to do it. But now I want to understand what's really wrong with you. You can't imagine how difficult it is for me to execute a command. —You can just tell them to let me go, — he said quietly. But his voice faltered for a moment, a small cry for help. -I can't do this,— I said, but hope rose in my heart. —But I can offer an alternative. Let's talk. Tell me about yourself. What's bothering you?