71: Teen Assassin VS Sirena – Part 2

Time: Unknown. Location: Siberia.

Among the heavy black walls crowned by thorns, and guarded by steel towers with cruel men on top, the cold is the greatest danger. If you are not careful, even yours eyelids could freeze and tear. Prisoners without ears, fingers, or noses are a demonstration of the cruel climate and hellish living conditions. 

A black helicopter lands in the central courtyard. As its propellers stop, the frost settles. Dull-faced, bony Russian military men approach and flank in a row, offering silent, exhausted honors, as if any sense of vigor had been ripped away the moment the Soviet dream ended. The only contented-looking officer is the fat, limping commissar, though more likely because of the vodka flask whose sips he constantly visits, keeping his body warm and cheeks flushed.