Prison Name
I have already mentioned that at that time I had a long fringe, a typical Ukrainian hairstyle, which was worn by brave Cossacks who fought for freedom. Remembering the way the security guards, investigators and the Federal Security Service officers had dragged me by the hair, I decided to deprive them of this enjoyment. The neighbor shared his razor with me. Standing near the mirror and having no experience in such a procedure, I tried to shave my head. I was not very successful in that. When my inmate looked at the reddish-purple part of my shaven head, he said that wouldn’t do like that. He placed me on the chair and went to boil water. The razor was dipped in the boiled water, and then he systematically cut my hair. The neighbor barber did his job perfectly. Now I was bald
