I was put into a jail cell for a petty crime. I did not even get to see my cell because by the time I got to close to it the guards threw me right in. The cells were very bad. The walls were all made out of rough stone, the cell was two meters wide and four meters long, with bunk beds for four and all of them were empty. I was happy to be alone and not with some stranger that was a criminal and had tattoos. After sometime I noticed how empty and dark my cell was, it really got to me. I felt like the night was never going to end because it was quite frightening in the cell. I then finally heard a noise. The noise was footsteps of guards. I then heard a key turned in the lock. One guard was holding an oil lamp and they were escorting a new prisoner who was tall and standing very straight. He seemed like a man who can give orders even when the guards had the pistols. The guards then closed the cell door and the man looked at me. He assumed I was a Jew judging by my appearance. We then had a few different conversations in the cell. He asked for my name and I asked for his. He said his name was Nikolai Alexandrovich Vlasov, but people call him Kolya.
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