"2371" is a Gulag concentration camp located north of Vladivostok, near the Twin Cities. The prisoners held here were mainly convicts of treason, espionage and leaking state secrets. Although Frankimir had never been here, he often heard people talk about it, and many of the spies and traitors they captured during their operations were also imprisoned in "2371" for labor reform. The so-called "2371" refers to Gulag Concentration Camp No. 2371, or "2371" for short. The number "2371" is not arranged by the number of Gulag concentration camps, and there were not so many Gulag concentration camps in the entire Soviet Union, it is just a specific area code, which no longer has more meaning than the military's identification meaning.

"I told you to take off your pants, didn't you hear? I don't want to repeat it a third time. The middle-aged man said again.

"But why is that?" Frankie Mire asked, puzzled.

"Why? 'Cause I'm going to check your cute little ass. You should know that it's a big warehouse, and I've found a lot of HLY and DM from there. They always think they are smart, but they can't escape my eyes. ”

How can a man under the eaves not bow his head? Frankimir didn't want to anger the vicious guy in front of him, and if he provoked the evil star, he didn't know what he would do to him. Frankimir could only take off his pants reluctantly and helplessly, and do what the fat man said one by one. After some tossing and unpleasant tossing, the man threw Frankimir a piece of soap and said, "Do you have X?" Flower L or Plum D? ”

"Nope." Frankie Mill replied annoyed.

"Alright, you've got five minutes, go over there and take a shower, and then the guards will give you all the things you can have here."

Frankimir looked at the menacing fat man, and then in the direction of his finger. I found that there was a shower head in the corner of the wall, which was dark and difficult to be recognized.

The water that came out of the sprinkler was ice-cold, but fortunately, Frankmir was not afraid of the cold, so he didn't let the three people in the room see the joke.

Less than three minutes into the shower, one of the guards shouted, "Your time is up, come over to me." ”

"Oh, be quiet, be quiet." At this time, a peaceful voice came from outside the door.

"Warden!" The three of them said in unison, and the gloomy look on their faces also relaxed.

A middle-aged man in a military coat walked into the room.

Hearing them call this warden, Frankimir looked amazed, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried. He was just about to open his mouth and ask the warden in front of him why, but he didn't expect this person to rush to say first: "You are Frankimir Ivanovich Brin?" ”

"Yes, I am." Frankimir nodded.

"I didn't call you comrade because I didn't know if I should call you that. It is my fervent hope that you will remain our comrade. I'm an old acquaintance with your father, Ivan, and I don't want to see his son end up in jail. Until the truth is revealed, I'm sure you'll be happy here. It's a little squeezed at '2371', but we can guarantee that everyone here will have enough to eat. It's warm and you don't have to worry about the cold. Now that someone is accusing you, I hope you are innocent, and if you are convicted, I will kill you in the place of old Ivan. The warden said in a low and serious tone.

The warden turned around and said to the guards behind him: "Give him the things, help him find a spacious cell, preferably only for two people, for Professor Ivan's sake, I don't want people to harass him." He's got a lot of people in here, so it's best not to get them together. I also had a bit of a friendship with old Ivan in the past, and if he had any requests, if the conditions permitted, I would try to meet him. ”

After the warden finished speaking, he glanced back at Franky Mill and said to the man dressed as a doctor: "Kafka, let's go, I still have something to deal with for you." With that, the two of them walked out of the room together.

Kafka! Hearing this name, Frank Mimir felt a wave of nausea, he originally liked Kafka's novels, but he didn't expect this fat-brained guy to be called Kafka, it seems that his generation will never read Kafka's novels again.

One of the guards said to Frankimir: "Change into your prison uniform, there is another one to change, as well as two pairs of trousers, two pairs of shoes, a bar of soap, a pillowcase and a duvet cover." Winter coats will be given to you later, there is heating in the prison, you don't need anything like that. ”

"Yes, I don't think I need an overcoat, thanks."

"Come with me, and I'll tell you the rules here."

Frankimir quickly changed into his prison uniform and walked between the two guards, leaving the dimly lit room, passing through one huge iron door after another.

The guard's eyes were glazed, and as he walked, he told him the rules here, when to get up, when to work, when to eat, when to let the wind out, and when to turn off the lights and go to bed. and admonished him to take a peaceful approach here, to solve the problems she encountered, and that if he tried to make trouble, he would eventually regret what he had done.

The guards opened the iron door of one of the cells, and the number plate "151" on the porch was filthy and dusty.

"Get in!" The guard said.

Frankimir looked at the cell, there was only one man in the cell, the guy had a long beard and hair, as if possessed by the devil, his eyes were glazed and he bit his fingers, he was curled up and sat on the dirty stone bed.

Frankimir blinked, silently looking back at the guard behind him.

"Get in! Hurry up. That's a pacifist, you don't have to worry, the warden said we want to take good care of you. ”

Frankimir walked into the cell with some stiffness, and the feeling made him uncomfortable. As soon as he stepped into his cell, he heard the sound of metal colliding and keys spinning in the keyhole.

The cell was cramped and smelled of must, with a bed on the left and right, a worn wooden table by the door on the left, and a dirty toilet by the window on the right.

The man sitting on the bed on the left side was about fifty years old, with a long beard and a terrible blue face. He has broad shoulders, and if he dresses up well, he should be a person with extraordinary temperament. The man squinted at Frank Mire, his well-defined face covered with the ravines of time.

"You sleep over there, and there's your bed over there. Are you a traitor? The man asked weakly.

"No, I'm not guilty." Frank Mire tried to explain.

"Most people here are not guilty."

"Oh...... I'm Franky Mill, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Frankimir was a little embarrassed.

"I'm Bulgakov, you can call me "Old Kh", they all call me that. I don't know what that means. There's nothing to be happy about here. Lao He replied expressionlessly.

"You're right." Frankie Mill sighed.

"I am a Tolstoyist, and they want me to take up arms and defend Soviet power. I refused, I was against all forms of war. They put me on trial, condemned me as an industrial-age parasite, and brought me here. ”

"I was brought here for some reason." Frankimir nodded, this man named Lao He, although his appearance looked a little scary, but Frankimir thought that he would get along well.

"It's a blessing in misfortune that you're in this cell. I've heard that the cells here were originally built to accommodate two prisoners, and they have arrested far more prisoners than they had expected, and now almost every cell holds four or six prisoners. Despite this, they still imposed a rule that no two prisoners should be allowed to sleep in the same bed. ”

"So, why are you alone in this cell?"

"Thanks to the warden, he's a nice guy and the best warden I've ever met. He sympathized with Tolstoyists like us, and he believed that there was nothing wrong with pacifism, and that if everyone could understand the true meaning of pacifism, future human beings would no longer continue to fight each other, and the world would not be polluted to this extent. ”

"I don't think he's bad, either."

"He came here three years ago, and when he first arrived, he was a passionate idealist who wanted to overhaul the Gulag and fundamentally address the cruel B*T practices of prisoner abuse, brutal violence, and wanton X-aggression. It is a pity that he did not succeed and, like his predecessors, had to finally succumb to the entrenched established system. ”

"Looks like you admire him?"

"He's the only person I've seen in 10 years."

"Uh......"

"You'll understand! Look at your fine skin and tender meat, remember to watch out for those bulls. ”

"Bull?" Frank Mire was very curious as to whether he knew that he was the secret police of the KGB.

"It was the prisoners who were the kings of the Gulag, thousands of men were locked together, and they did not see women for many years, and they all had physical needs, so those beautiful men with fine skin and tender flesh became their substitutes. You're new here, and they love fresh meat like you. ”

Frankie Mill grinned, swallowed hard and said, "No! ”

"Not only that, but you have to watch out for the prison guards, they are the most B*T guys. We are here in the East Prison, where all the prisoners are men, and the concentration camps are different from prisons, and there are no independent genders and ages. Therefore, the female prisoner is held in the west office, and the juvenile prisoner is held in the north office. The South Courtyard was the dormitory for the prison guards, and they all lived there, not including their families, of course. I heard that people in the West and North Centers are often killed by those guys, and I can't understand why they don't even let go of the male prisoners in the East Institute. Of course, some of the little white faces are very happy, and as long as they are willing to promise the prison guards everything, they will have a comfortable life here. ”

Frank Mire did not want to continue on this nasty topic, he nodded silently and did not say anything more.

He walked to the bars and stared at the waning moon outside the bars, he didn't know how long he would stay here, whether it would be a day, a year, or a lifetime. It was like a nightmare that he would spend the rest of his life here, and he wished he could wake up from it.

After a long time, Frankmir asked again, "Is it just getting dark, or is it about to dawn?" ”

"The first day you came here, did you forget the time? Your ability to adapt is much stronger than I thought. ”

"I really don't know."

"The moon has climbed and I think it will be dinner soon. Dinner is always late now. Not long ago, our working hours were extended by two hours to catch up with the soldiers' bunks, and dinner was postponed by two hours. Nothing has happened lately, the warden has not received any new work, but our dinner time has not been adjusted. ”

"What time is the meal?"

"Nine o'clock. But then again, this place is a paradise for homeless people, who at least don't have to worry about starving to death on the streets. There is no right of communication here, you can neither contact people outside, nor can people from outside contact you, and for homeless people, they won't have family and friends anyway, isn't that just right? Hahaha. Lao He rubbed his sunken eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly.