Talks in the Cell
I was thinking about the future. I realized that being aged twenty-three, in the realistic case, I was heading for a twenty-year imprisonment, and at the best I could hope for ten years minimum... Fine. Suppose, I serve these years in prison. Suppose I will survive and even stay healthy.
What’s next? What future could I have after being released aged forty-three? Poor. Miserable. In the detestable Russian Federation. What could I expect except for hunger, begging and death? Lonely and abandoned. And also with such past record. People would never understand me. I would never understand people. No family, no love, no descendants. I was defeated beforehand. I had already been “buried”. Walking dead on the planet, and all my security guards, investigators and, moreover, the
