It's dark. Cold. The sound of constantly dripping water. As Alena understood, it was some kind of basement. She was brought here with a bag over her head at night and was kept here for several days. Thank God, she’s alive, and that’s already making me happy. About once every six hours (according to Alena’s internal clock) a person came with food. And I didn’t feel like eating at all. It became creepy just thinking about what would happen next. Alena again remembered that terrible night. If she, a naive provincial girl, knew what would happen to her here, she would have stayed in her village forever, even if it meant continuing to lead her quiet, gray life