Chains rattling
Dark room
Russian murmurs
Barred windows
Stone walls
That was all the Prisoner has known for 3 years. The Prisoner knew that he was in Russia,judging by the snow and the crowds of Russians. Over this time he had learned Russian to where he was fluent. He sat in the small stone room,staring at the wall. It was rare that he got a second of silence. Normally it was working all day,fourteen to sixteen hours,sometimes more,sometimes less. The work mostly consisted of mining coal,or other physical work.
It wasn't long before he started to fight back against the guards,which every time he landed himself back in solitary confinement. He shivers in the cold cell,since stone doesn't provide warmth. He watches as the guard slid in food,by this point it was only a small cup of coffee and some bread. As he drank the coffee,he tried to ignore how cold and bitter it was. He didn't bother to eat the bread,it was stale and moldy anyway.
Soon enough the guard opens the cell door "Vremya Rabotat" The guard says. The Prisoner had already learned the meaning that he so much dreaded. 'Time to work'. He steps outside seeing the other Prisoners working,the cold air didn't faze him anymore. He picks up a pickax and begins mining. He found out that he was in Petrovpavlosk. He didn't know where it was in Russia,so it didn't help. After hours and hours of excruciating pain and ache the Prisoners returned to their cells.He perks up at his cell door opening,he looks up to see a pale man,one with black hair and two different colored eyes. The man spoke,his voice like acid in the Prisoner's ears
"Prisoner 627,hell awaits you"