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(y/n)’s pov.
I never thought I’d end up in a place like this. I shouldn’t have done the things I did: I regret them. I could’ve chosen another path, I could’ve saved my family. This is all my fault. My father was never there and my mother had to raise me and my brother alone. She was struggling to keep us alive, we barely had any food, only a shack as our roof. But now they are gone. I have no idea where they were taken but I can only hope they are still alive.
3rd. Person pov.
(Y/n) was forced out of the back of the car. Her (h/l) (h/c) was covered in sweat and grease, fierce gaze digging into the back of the guard in front of her. The prison clothes were way too large for her and were basically dragging the ground, her hands cuffed behind her.
The guard behind her shoved her forwards and (y/n) almost fell over only to collide with the other guards back. Quickly he turned around just to slap (y/n) across her face and that was the last straw. She started to trash around, headbutting one of the guards, making him fall down. Yelling something in Russian -assuming for help- the guard behind her attempted to pin her to the ground.
When she looked up she saw another guard jogging towards her and everything happened so fast. (Y/n) had managed to knock out the other guard but the one who came to aid was something else. She was no match to him and he pinned her down to the ground. The man had one knee on her head, his rough and cold hands pinning her down. Cold snowy ground pressed against her face (y/n) felt helpless. Still she tried to fight back.
More guards came to help detain you. They hoisted you up as you still trashed around and started dragging you away. There were two guards on both sides, each holding one of your upper arms firmly so you couldn’t get away. Suddenly you stopped. You were looking down at the tips of your boots when you noticed another pair come into your view stopping in front of you. You looked up at the person without hesitation with a glare to somewhat challenge the person who stood there. It was the man who had pinned you to the ground. When your eyes met he didn’t seem fazed at all from your stare, he just looked down at you. With a quick glance you estimated him to be only a bit shorter than two metres and compared to you he was tall. His cold eyes stared into your (e/c) ones, his face staying stern. Then he lifted his gaze from you to the guard on your right and said something you couldn’t understand.
(y/n)’s pov.
Once the man had said something the guard started pushing me forwards after he had stepped aside. I made one last eye contact with the man before the guards made us turn the corner and he was out of sight.
I walked through hallways that were made of fences. When we had walked for some time I could see a pit in the middle of the prison with splatters of blood on its floor. This was hell and I knew it. My mind was racing full of thoughts about what the pit was for. ‘Public execution maybe? Or an arena for something?’ I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The whole way to your cell was quiet. They had taken me through a large door and now I was inside a large hall. The light inside had a yellowish tint to it and it made the concrete walls look more lively than outside but only a little. There were hallway balconies with metal cell doors going all the way from beginning to end. No light seemed to emit from inside the cells and soon enough one of those dark and cold cells would be yours.
The three of us came to a halt in front of one of the metal doors. The guard on my right got out some keys and opened the door. The floor was made out of dirty white tiles, walls only concrete. To your right was a sink and at the back of the room was a wooden bench. That was all.
I heard one of the guards say something to the other before he shoved me forward. I noticed the other guard had left: I could hear his footsteps getting farther away. This could’ve been my second chance to try and escape. Quickly I decided against this considering the fact I had no idea of the layout of the prison nor how many doors would be locked on my way out of here, which most likely would be a lot. Then I felt my left hand get freed from the handcuffs, the right hand soon after. The man behind me was muttering something in Russian before closing the inner door made from bars and stepping to the right of it.
I was officially trapped into the cell I was in. There was nothing I could do to get out of here. All I could do was to sit down and wait for the perfect moment if it would ever come, that is. I shouldn’t have been so reckless and gotten involved in all this political stuff. I knew the Soviet Union couldn’t be saved so why, why on earth did I try to assassinate one of the most important person in the whole damn country. I felt like an idiot but the things I did I did out of love towards my family.
A clang sound made me come back to reality. When I looked up it was the guard from before, the one who had taken me down all by himself, the one with the cold stare but pleasant blue eyes. Now that I saw him in the light I couldn’t help but admit that he was quite attractive. I didn’t even notice he shooed the other guard away before he started talking.
“Impressive. You don’t look like the type to knock out a couple of grown men.” He talked smoothly with a small smirk playing on his lips, his Russian accent was thick when he spoke.
“How about you come in here and I show you just how impressive I can be.” When he heard what I had said he had an amused look on his face only to huff a little.
“Welcome to your new home, малышкa,” he smirked at me before closing the door. I was left alone in the dark cold room to think about what I’ve gotten myself into.
???’s pov.
I was walking towards the end of the hall to check up on the American before ending my shift. These walls honestly made me feel insane the longer I worked here. The prisoners that weren’t checked up on yet were banging on the bars as I walked past. They weren’t my problem though.
Earlier today I was on the phone with the American’s woman and that meant I had to help the American escape. Now I’d have to inform Yuri about the date of their arrival. I had my doubts about this escape but at least it would make me rich.
The man was sitting at the back of his cell, looking down in front of him. He didn’t notice me before I stopped right in front of the bars, casting a shadow over him. That’s when he looked up from the floor and right into my eyes.
“Good news, американен. Your woman finally called, it seems like you are getting out of here soon.”
“She’s not my woman.”
“Whatever you say she’s still coming to get you. And she is bringing $20,000. If that isn’t love then what is?”
“She’s just a friend, Enzo.”
“A friend or a girlfriend, doesn’t matter to me. You get out, I get rich.” As I said that the man in the cell just rolled his eyes.
“I'll see you in the morning, американен,” I said as I started closing the thick metal door.
The walk to my barrack dorm room for the night was silent: the other guards had closed the rest of the cell doors so now the prisoners couldn't bang on the bars with cups or plates. I was replaying today's events in my head and thinking about the next day, how boring and tedious it would be. Mostly my memories were vague, then my brain played the memory of the phone call, nothing special there though. Next up it was the girl. I couldn't help but wonder how a woman would end up in a place like this. The prison was full of men that had committed heinous crimes against the country. Of course there was the American who was just an enemy of the country but criminal enough to end up here. But for a woman to end up here was something unheard of and yet now there was one as a prisoner.
She was truly something else.