Lying on the floor, arms outstretched, Syssoi rested as best he could. He had used all his energy to break the chain that held him prisoner and now he was paying for it. Black spots danced in front of him to the point of making him nauseous. His aching muscles mercilessly stung, and he was dying to beat them with his fists, just to calm this unpleasant feeling. However, he remained completely motionless because, at his feet, Darya was taking care of the rest of the chain which remained connected to the iron on his ankle. Convinced that they would eventually leave this damp cell, she preferred that he be ready to face the outside without having to worry about this cumbersome burden. For this, she used the belt of Kassian’s pants and her handkerchief, with which she hoped to reduce the metal
