They take us away. Like Katya told me to do, I don't fight. They bark at us constantly, shoving me so hard I nearly stumble, and they just laugh, jeering behind their masks. We arrive at what looks like an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. I see only dead grass and trees stretching for miles, brittle stalks flying in the air.
I can't hear what they're saying as the one behind me shoves me again toward the open iron door that groans on rusted hinges. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop shaking, my heart hammering against my ribs, and I swear I'm about to faint.
They speak Russian, it sounds so harsh it's scraping my ears, and I don't understand what's happening. What do they want! My eyes search for and find Katya often, it's the only way I can reassure myself that I'm not
