**Vadim Kotov** arrived at his beloved\u2019s grave early in the morning, never suspecting that he would become a pawn in someone\u2019s cruel game.<\/p>\n
The icy wind cut through the thin fabric of his coat, but he paid it no attention. He stood alone in the empty cemetery before a freshly dug grave where his fianc\u00e9e lay. The flowers someone had left that morning were already losing their color under the gray December sky.<\/p>\n
Vadim ran his hand over the granite headstone as if trying to touch Polina, to feel her warmth for even a second. His voice was barely audible. \u201cPolina.\u201d<\/p>\n
His throat tightened, but he forced himself to continue. \u201cI\u2019ll find him. The one who did this. I swear.\u201d He dropped to his knees, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Vadim felt the air around him growing thicker, every moment at the grave turning into torture.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy you?\u201d Behind him came the crunch of frozen branches. Vadim stood up, his heart jolting at the sudden sound. When he turned around, a tall man in a long coat stood before him.<\/p>\n
The man stared at him intently, his face looking as if it were carved from stone. \u201cVadim Alexandrovich?\u201d the man said in a cold, professional tone. Vadim didn\u2019t answer right away. He wiped away his tears and frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that\u2019s me. Who are you?\u201d The man showed his ID. \u201cInvestigator Stepan Sergeevich Belov.\u201d Vadim didn\u2019t understand why the investigator was there, but something in the man\u2019s expression made him tense up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you learned something about who killed Polina?\u201d Vadim stepped forward, grasping at hope. But the investigator didn\u2019t answer immediately. He took a step closer, and his voice grew firmer.<\/p>\n
\u201cVadim Alexandrovich, you are a suspect in the murder of Polina Rudyuk.\u201d The words hit like thunder. Vadim recoiled, his face twisting in a mix of shock and rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d he shouted. \u201cThis is some kind of mistake. I couldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stepan signaled to the police officers standing nearby. Two of them approached, and before Vadim could understand what was happening, they put handcuffs on him. \u201cTake these off!\u201d Vadim jerked his hands, trying to free himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m her fianc\u00e9! I love her!\u201d \u201cLove her?\u201d The investigator tilted his head like a predator preparing to pounce. \u201cThen why does all the evidence point to you?\u201d \u201cEvidence? What evidence?\u201d Vadim\u2019s voice trembled. He couldn\u2019t believe this was happening.<\/p>\n
The police silently dragged him toward the car. Vadim looked back, trying to find someone who could explain this absurdity. But the cemetery was empty.<\/p>\n
They took him to an interrogation room that was cold and sterile. Vadim sat on a hard chair at a metal table with handcuffs attached to it. In the dim light of the lamp, the shadows on the walls seemed alive, as if mocking him.<\/p>\n
Investigator Belov entered the room and carefully placed a case file on the table. He opened it without looking at Vadim. \u201cCan you explain what this nonsense is?\u201d Vadim finally managed to say, slamming his fist on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Vadim Alexandrovich\u2026\u201d Belov began, looking through the documents. \u201cYou\u2019ve been sitting in this room for several hours now, but you haven\u2019t really told us anything.\u201d Vadim remained silent, just staring tiredly at the investigator.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to keep silent? Or will you finally tell us how it all happened?\u201d Belov looked up, studying his reaction. Vadim sighed. \u201cI already told you. How many times do I have to repeat it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRepeating it again won\u2019t hurt. Maybe I\u2019ll hear something new,\u201d Belov said with a slight smile that looked more like a sneer. Vadim clenched his fists.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d He leaned back in his chair, trying to gather his thoughts. \u201cI was at the office. We were preparing a report for a client when Polina suddenly called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what did she say?\u201d the investigator asked, writing something in his notebook. \u201cAt first\u2026\u201d Vadim\u2019s voice faltered. He cleared his throat. \u201cAt first I didn\u2019t understand what was happening. She was breathing heavily. The connection kept cutting out. But then\u2026 then I heard her voice. She said someone was chasing her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChasing her?\u201d Belov repeated, gripping his pen. \u201cYes.\u201d Vadim closed his eyes, trying to push away the memories that painfully squeezed his heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2026 she was in a panic. She begged for help.\u201d Belov leaned back in his chair and watched Vadim closely.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what did you do?\u201d Vadim opened his eyes, clenching his teeth. \u201cI immediately realized I needed to find her. I called our IT guy to track her phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do understand that such procedures are illegal?\u201d the investigator interrupted with a note of disapproval. \u201cSeriously?\u201d Vadim leaned forward, the handcuffs scraping. \u201cSomeone is chasing my fianc\u00e9e, and you\u2019re worried about legality?\u201d<\/p>\n
Belov didn\u2019t answer, simply nodding for him to continue. \u201cHe found her location,\u201d Vadim went on, lowering his head. \u201cIt was a forest on the outskirts of the city. I drove there right away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what did you find there?\u201d Vadim sharply raised his head, his eyes blazing with anger. \u201cI already told you. I found her purse. There was blood on it. But she wasn\u2019t there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that\u2019s all?\u201d The investigator paused, then tossed a photograph onto the table. Vadim flinched. The photo showed his hands covered in dried blood. \u201cThen explain why your hands were covered in blood?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim rolled his eyes, feeling his anger rising again. \u201cBecause I was holding her purse! I already told you!\u201d Belov didn\u2019t rush to remove the photo. He stared intently at Vadim. \u201cVadim Alexandrovich, did you know that we have other testimony?\u201d<\/p>\n
Timur Igorevich, Polina\u2019s stepfather, said that you and your fianc\u00e9e had been arguing frequently and that you suspected her of cheating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat nonsense?\u201d Vadim stared at the investigator in bewilderment. \u201cSo maybe you saw something in that forest that you weren\u2019t supposed to see?\u201d Belov continued, ignoring his reaction. \u201cFor example, her with another man.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim laughed loudly, but the laughter was bitter. \u201cAre you serious? I loved her! I would have given everything for her!\u201d \u201cLoved her?\u201d Belov leaned closer. \u201cWhat if she didn\u2019t feel the same way about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough!\u201d Vadim shouted, trying to stand up, but the handcuffs held him back. Belov stood up from the table, gathered the photos, and headed for the door. \u201cWe\u2019re done for today. Think about your words, Vadim Alexandrovich.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the door slammed shut behind the investigator, Vadim was left completely alone. He felt a dull pain spreading through his body. \u201cPolina\u2026\u201d he whispered, lowering his head into his hands\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Belov approached the glass behind which Junior Inspector Egorov stood. \u201cWell?\u201d Egorov asked. \u201cHe\u2019s holding up,\u201d Belov answered briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe he really is innocent?\u201d \u201cPossibly,\u201d Belov said, staring at Vadim for a long time. \u201cBut something in his story doesn\u2019t add up.\u201d \u201cFor example?\u201d \u201cFor example, why weren\u2019t there any signs of a struggle in the forest? Or why did she call him instead of the police?\u201d<\/p>\n
Egorov shrugged. \u201cWe don\u2019t have anything yet except circumstantial evidence.\u201d \u201cThen we need to find something more substantial.\u201d There was fatigue in Belov\u2019s voice, but he knew this case was close to being closed.<\/p>\n
Investigator Belov was hurrying down the corridor of the police station when he heard a familiar voice. \u201cStepan Sergeevich, wait a moment.\u201d He stopped and turned toward the sound.<\/p>\n
A tall man in a strict gray suit stood by the doors\u2014Timur Igorevich, Polina\u2019s stepfather. His face remained calm, but his eyes showed a shadow of tension. \u201cTimur Igorevich?\u201d Belov said reservedly, nodding.<\/p>\n
Chernykh approached closer, extending his hand. \u201cHow are things going?\u201d Belov quickly glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then shook his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything is going according to plan, as we agreed,\u201d Belov answered calmly. Timur Igorevich nodded with satisfaction, withdrawing his hand. \u201cExcellent. I\u2019m counting on you, Investigator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll do everything to make sure justice prevails,\u201d Belov assured him. For a moment, silence fell between them. Chernykh leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. \u201cI don\u2019t want that bastard to keep living without punishment. He destroyed my family and now he has to answer for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Belov tensed slightly, but his face remained impassive. \u201cWe\u2019ll gather enough evidence to convict him. You can have no doubt about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chernykh looked at the investigator carefully, as if trying to gauge his sincerity. \u201cYou understand that I\u2019m taking a risk?\u201d he said quietly. \u201cIf anyone finds out about our\u2026 cooperation, it could turn against both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Belov smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. \u201cNo one will find out. You trust me, I trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chernykh put his hands in his jacket pockets, tapping his fingers on the fabric. \u201cGood. I hope you won\u2019t disappoint me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned to leave, but Belov suddenly called after him. \u201cTimur Igorevich!\u201d \u201cYes?\u201d Polina\u2019s stepfather turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly. \u201cI\u2019m counting on a generous reward.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chernykh hesitated but then stepped closer. \u201cYou know me\u2014I won\u2019t remain in your debt,\u201d Timur Igorevich replied. Belov returned to his office and tossed the case file onto the table.<\/p>\n
Egorov, his partner, peeked through the door. \u201cWas that Chernykh?\u201d he asked. \u201cYes,\u201d Belov answered briefly, opening the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d Belov glanced at Egorov, then looked out the window. \u201cTo make sure we\u2019re on the right path.\u201d Egorov snorted. \u201cOr to make sure we\u2019re doing what benefits him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Belov didn\u2019t answer. His gaze fell on the photo of Vadim with bloodied hands. \u201cThis Chernykh is too calm for a man who lost his stepdaughter,\u201d Egorov noted, sitting on the edge of the table. \u201cDon\u2019t you think?\u201d \u201cI do,\u201d Belov said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo maybe we should dig deeper?\u201d \u201cWe already are.\u201d Egorov stood up and patted his partner on the shoulder. \u201cYou and your secrets, as always. Okay, keep me in the loop.\u201d<\/p>\n
When Egorov left, Belov looked at the photo again. In his mind, details were beginning to come together that no one else had seen yet.<\/p>\n
That same evening, Belov went to the park where Chernykh was waiting for him again. The man sat on a bench, looking at the pond. \u201cYou\u2019re not late,\u201d he noted when the investigator approached.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t like being late,\u201d Belov answered dryly. \u201cSo, what do you have?\u201d \u201cNot enough yet, but there are some inconsistencies that could be useful.\u201d Chernykh frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich ones exactly?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s not up for discussion yet, Timur Igorevich,\u201d Belov said, standing up. \u201cGive me time.\u201d Chernykh watched him walk away, clenching his hands into fists.<\/p>\n
Something flashed in his eyes that could not be called grief. A month later, the day of the trial arrived. The courtroom was packed. Every seat was taken.<\/p>\n
Friends, relatives, journalists. People whispered, talked, and discussed whether Vadim Kotov could really be guilty of murdering his fianc\u00e9e. When the door to the hall opened, everyone turned their heads.<\/p>\n
Vadim was led in wearing handcuffs. His face was pale and his eyes tired, but he held himself together. A dark red mark stood out on his neck from the shirt collar, which seemed to choke him just like the situation itself. His mother sat in the front row.<\/p>\n
She clasped her hands in a prayer-like gesture. Her face looked as if all masks of hope had been ripped from it. Next to her sat Yulia, Polina\u2019s close friend. Her gaze was fixed on Vadim, full of doubt but tinged with pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone please rise, the court is in session.\u201d The bailiff\u2019s voice rang out. The judge entered the hall, surveyed everyone present, and took his seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe session is open. The case of Vadim Alexandrovich Kotov regarding the infliction of grievous bodily harm resulting in the death of Polina Andreevna Rudyuk.\u201d The judge paused while the hall quieted down.<\/p>\n
\u201cProsecutor, you have the floor.\u201d The prosecutor stood up, adjusting his cuffs. \u201cYour Honor, respected members of the jury, today we are gathered here to achieve justice for Polina Andreevna. We will present evidence that will clearly show Vadim Alexandrovich was so consumed by jealousy that he lost control and inflicted injuries on his fianc\u00e9e from which she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim raised his head to meet the prosecutor\u2019s gaze. \u201cThat\u2019s not true!\u201d he suddenly shouted, but his voice drowned in the hum of the hall. \u201cSilence in the courtroom!\u201d the judge warned, banging his gavel.<\/p>\n
Witnesses testified one after another. Yulia approached the stand, her eyes filled with tears. \u201cYou were a close friend of Polina\u2019s, correct?\u201d the prosecutor asked. \u201cYes, we\u2019ve been friends since childhood,\u201d she answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can you say about her relationship with Vadim Alexandrovich?\u201d \u201cThey were happy, but they sometimes argued.\u201d \u201cWhat did they argue about?\u201d \u201cMostly over small things.\u201d Yulia lowered her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you saying that Vadim Alexandrovich could be aggressive?\u201d \u201cNo!\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine him doing anything like that.\u201d The judge signaled for her to continue.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe just loved her very much.\u201d The prosecutor nodded with satisfaction and returned to his seat. \u201cDoes the defense have any questions for the witness?\u201d the judge asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Your Honor,\u201d Vadim\u2019s lawyer said, standing up. He approached Yulia and smiled restrainedly. \u201cYulia, you said that Vadim loved Polina. Did you ever see him raise a hand to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever.\u201d \u201cDo you know anyone who might have threatened her or wished her harm?\u201d Yulia hesitated. \u201cNo,\u201d she answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, I have no more questions.\u201d The lawyer returned to his seat, but a heavy atmosphere remained in the hall. When all the evidence had been presented, the judge proceeded to announce the verdict.<\/p>\n
The hall fell silent. \u201cVadim Alexandrovich, you are sentenced to seven years in prison.\u201d For a second, a deathly silence fell.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Vadim\u2019s mother exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming, but her sobs were audible to everyone. \u201cThis can\u2019t be,\u201d Yulia whispered, clutching Anton\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cEven out of jealousy, Vadim couldn\u2019t have,\u201d she added, unable to believe her ears. Handcuffs were placed on Vadim. His eyes searched for support among the faces in the hall, but he saw only tears, bewilderment, and pain. As he was being led out, he stopped for a moment and turned his head toward his mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I didn\u2019t do this. You have to believe me.\u201d She tried to say something, but the words stuck in her throat. When the door closed behind Vadim, his mother collapsed to her knees. Yulia and Anton stood in the corridor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe this is happening,\u201d Yulia said, wiping away tears. \u201cHe\u2019s not guilty,\u201d Anton said firmly. \u201cI know it.\u201d \u201cBut the evidence,\u201d she began. \u201cEvidence or manipulation,\u201d Anton interrupted\u2026<\/p>\n
She looked at him in bewilderment. \u201cDo you think he was framed? And do you actually believe that?\u201d he asked sharply. Yulia thought for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Anton squeezed her hand. The bus with bars on the windows slowly approached the massive prison gates. Vadim stared out the window.<\/p>\n
The distorted landscape beyond the glass seemed as unreal as everything happening to him. The judge\u2019s words echoed in his head again and again. \u201cSeven years, seven long years in this hell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside the prison, he was met not only by cold walls but also by the palpable smell of fear, sweat, and hopelessness. Vadim had barely taken a few steps when the instructions began. \u201cNewbie, listen up,\u201d a guard growled, looking at him over his glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere you\u2019re nobody until you prove otherwise. Keep quiet and you might survive.\u201d Vadim entered the cell where two men stared at him with sullen expressions\u2014a large man around forty and a thin guy with a gloomy face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, fresh meat,\u201d the big one smirked. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d Vadim remained silent, lowering his gaze. \u201cActually, it\u2019s customary here to introduce yourself,\u201d the second cellmate added, crossing his arms. \u201cVadim,\u201d he answered briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cVadim, huh! Alright, Vadim, remember\u2014this isn\u2019t a university where you can keep quiet. First you introduce yourself to everyone, then you show what you\u2019re worth.\u201d<\/p>\n
The big man smirked, stepping closer. Vadim felt his heart start beating faster but tried not to show fear. \u201cI just want to serve my time,\u201d he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd we just want you to respect us, got it?\u201d The big man suddenly delivered a sharp blow to his side. Vadim doubled over, trying to catch his breath. \u201cHey, Matvey, leave him alone. He just got here!\u201d the thin one smirked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah right, he should\u2019ve known the rules before coming here!\u201d Matvey replied, landing another blow. Vadim fell to his knees but still managed to say, \u201cGet your hands off me!\u201d Matvey laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at that\u2014he\u2019s got some spirit, but that won\u2019t help you, buddy!\u201d He leaned toward Vadim\u2019s ear. \u201cHere you\u2019re either strong or nobody!\u201d After those words, he stepped back, leaving Vadim lying on the floor. \u201cGet up if you can!\u201d Mark grunted, leaning against the bed.<\/p>\n
The next morning Vadim went to the showers. There he quickly realized that privacy was a luxury. \u201cHey, you!\u201d some man with long scars on his arms called out to him. \u201cWho are you in life?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Vadim didn\u2019t understand. \u201cI\u2019m asking, what were you before prison?\u201d The man came closer, his eyes flashing. \u201cA businessman,\u201d Vadim answered briefly.<\/p>\n
His words caused laughter. \u201cWell then, businessman, remember\u2014this isn\u2019t an office. Every day is a battle. And if you\u2019re weak, you\u2019re completely screwed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for the advice,\u201d Vadim replied sarcastically. The man stared at him intently. \u201cYou won\u2019t last here!\u201d Vadim silently turned away and continued washing.<\/p>\n
That same day in the cafeteria, Vadim sat at an empty table, hoping no one would pay attention to him. \u201cFresh meat, do you even understand how things work around here?\u201d he suddenly heard a voice nearby.<\/p>\n
A man around thirty with a dragon tattoo on his neck sat down next to him. \u201cCan\u2019t a person just eat in peace?\u201d Vadim replied without looking up. \u201cHa! There\u2019s no peace here, just constant noise, pal! I\u2019m Yura, and I can see you\u2019re not one of those who adapts quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s it to you?\u201d Vadim picked up a spoon and started eating. \u201cJust curious how long you\u2019ll last here!\u201d Yura laughed. \u201cDon\u2019t take it as a threat\u2014just a fact!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim continued eating in silence, but inside he was already overwhelmed with exhaustion. That evening Matvey approached Vadim again. \u201cSo, you get how things work here?\u201d \u201cI get it,\u201d Vadim answered briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen show me what you\u2019re worth,\u201d he smirked. Vadim stood up and looked his cellmate straight in the eyes. \u201cIf you touch me again, you\u2019ll find out what I\u2019m capable of!\u201d Matvey laughed, but surprise flashed in his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood, Kotov. We\u2019ll see!\u201d Vadim said. That night, lying on his bunk, Vadim whispered to himself, \u201cI\u2019ll prove I didn\u2019t kill Polina anyway!\u201d \u201cWhat are you whispering about?\u201d he heard Mark\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s none of your business!\u201d \u201cWatch your words when you talk to me!\u201d Mark turned to the wall and fell silent. Vadim closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn\u2019t come. In his head were only thoughts about how everything had turned against him and how he would survive in this place where every day was a struggle for existence.<\/p>\n
The first week in prison seemed like an eternity to Vadim. Every day began with anxiety and ended with pain. He took hits from his cellmates, from neighbors in the block, and even from people he had never seen.<\/p>\n
These weren\u2019t just acts of aggression. Every blow and every taunt came with unmistakable hints. \u201cThis is a greeting from Timur Igorevich!\u201d another attacker smirked, twisting Vadim\u2019s arm behind his back.<\/p>\n
He lay on the hard bunk and tried to collect his thoughts. \u201cWhy Chernykh?\u201d \u201cWhy does he hate me so much?\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t kill Polina!\u201d But no one listened to him. \u201cHey, businessman, you seem really sluggish today,\u201d Yura noted at lunch, sitting across from him.<\/p>\n
Vadim lifted a spoon of soup as if it weighed a brick. His body ached and throbbed from the injuries. \u201cI\u2019m just tired,\u201d he answered dryly.<\/p>\n
\u201cTired? Ha! This is only the beginning. I\u2019m surprised you\u2019re still on your feet after those \u2018greetings\u2019!\u201d \u201cDo you know who they\u2019re from?\u201d Vadim asked sharply, forgetting the spoon. \u201cWell, rumors are going around,\u201d Yura smirked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey say some rich guy from the outside world really doesn\u2019t like you here.\u201d \u201cChernykh,\u201d Vadim exhaled. \u201cAh, so it\u2019s true. Listen, if he\u2019s against you, it\u2019ll be tough. He\u2019s not just rich\u2014he\u2019s influential too, got it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what do you suggest?\u201d Vadim asked irritably. \u201cSurvive! At any cost!\u201d A couple of days later, when all the prisoners were herded into the showers, Vadim tried to stay inconspicuous. He stood by the wall, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but it didn\u2019t help.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, businessman, how\u2019s the water?\u201d came the familiar voice of Matvey from behind. Vadim turned and met his smirk. \u201cMatvey, leave me alone!\u201d he tried to answer calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, look at you\u2014getting more confident!\u201d Vadim froze. But before he could say anything, someone hit him in the back. Pain shot through his body, and he collapsed onto the tiled floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d a loud voice suddenly rang out as the overseer entered the shower room. Vadim tried to get up, but blood flowed onto the cold floor, turning the water crimson. \u201cBreak it up!\u201d the overseer ordered, pushing the prisoners aside. He grabbed Vadim under the arm. \u201cHang in there, kid!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim vaguely remembered being led down the corridors. Voices sounded as if through thick glass. \u201cHe\u2019s bleeding out\u2014straight to the operating room!\u201d In the medical unit they laid him on the table. Doctors\u2019 faces flashed before his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeep cut, but not critical. Starting the operation!\u201d Vadim wanted to say something, but darkness swallowed him.<\/p>\n
When he came to, an elderly doctor in glasses was leaning over him. \u201cWelcome back!\u201d he said, making a note in the chart. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d Vadim croaked. \u201cSomeone tried to send you to the other side\u2026 But you seem stubborn!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim spent several weeks in the prison hospital. Though the hospital ward was small, it felt like a real refuge compared to the cruel reality he had left behind the prison walls. There were no beatings or taunts here. Only silence and the smell of antiseptic.<\/p>\n
Every day was the same: blood pressure checks, procedures, and rare conversations with the doctors. However, he didn\u2019t allow himself to relax. One morning Irina Vitalievna entered his ward. She was a woman around forty with soft features and kind eyes. She held a folder with records.<\/p>\n
\u201cVadim Alexandrovich, how are you feeling today?\u201d she asked, stopping by his bed. \u201cMuch better thanks to you,\u201d Vadim answered, trying to sit up and lean on his elbow.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good news, but unfortunately I can\u2019t keep you here any longer,\u201d she shrugged, closing the folder. \u201cWe\u2019ve done everything we can.\u201d \u201cI understand. Thank you for your help, Doctor,\u201d he said sincerely.<\/p>\n
When Vadim returned to his cell, the feeling of being trapped again didn\u2019t leave him. The pain from his wounds gave him no rest, but his vulnerability was far more dangerous. He knew that weakness in prison was a death sentence, and for him every new day became a struggle for survival.<\/p>\n
The night that fell soon after his return was especially heavy. The prison was, as always, full of sounds\u2014shouts, footsteps in the corridor, echoing door slams. His cell was quiet, but it was a silence filled with tension. Vadim felt that every rustle could be the start of something bad.<\/p>\n
Mark, his cellmate, never stopped humiliating him. A couple of days later he decided to show his character again. \u201cHaven\u2019t you figured out yet that I\u2019m in charge in this cell?\u201d he said mockingly, approaching Vadim while he sat on the lower bunk.<\/p>\n
Vadim, clenching his teeth, looked at him. He knew he had to act so he wouldn\u2019t become the target of constant abuse. He stood up and, without hesitation, struck back, pinning Mark against the wall. \u201cIf you come near me again, they\u2019ll carry you out of here feet first,\u201d Vadim whispered, gripping his collar tightly.<\/p>\n
Mark coughed and tried to break free, but Vadim wouldn\u2019t let go. The strength was on his side, and he wasn\u2019t going to yield. Tension hung in the air. Mark, realizing he no longer controlled the situation, finally spoke. \u201cLet go, damn it, I get it! I get it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim stepped back but didn\u2019t release his grip on the man\u2019s clothes. He stared intently at Mark until he backed away toward his bunk. That night, when Vadim finally fell asleep, he dreamed he was free again, with Polina. But it was only a dream that quickly vanished as soon as a loud rustle woke him.<\/p>\n
When Vadim opened his eyes, a dark mass immediately covered him. It was a pillow. Mark stood over him, pressing it around his head. Vadim cried out, unable to breathe. He struggled, trying to push the pillow away, but Mark was too strong.<\/p>\n
He felt his body weakening, air leaving his lungs, and his brain clouding over. \u201cYou damn bastard!\u201d Mark hissed, pressing the pillow harder. At that moment, when the last drops of air left him, Vadim felt several other cellmates start hitting his body.<\/p>\n
Each blow was heavy, and Vadim couldn\u2019t defend himself or fend them off. And then, in a moment of complete despair, he heard someone shout. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d The overseers immediately burst into the cell, separating the rivals and pushing them in different directions.<\/p>\n
They grabbed Mark and several other cellmates and quickly shoved them out of the cell. \u201cWait!\u201d one of the overseers shouted, glancing at Vadim. \u201cYou okay?\u201d Vadim barely managed to say, \u201cYes, yes, I\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
The overseer looked him over and, after a moment, shook his head. \u201cAre you an idiot or something, kid? Why did you get into it again?\u201d He sighed, looking at Vadim, but helped him to his feet. \u201cYou have to stand your ground. In prison, the one who doesn\u2019t defend himself doesn\u2019t survive. Remember that!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim stood up with difficulty. His whole body hurt, but despite that he felt relief. Mark was transferred to another cell, and life became much easier for Vadim. They still crossed paths in the cafeteria, but now there was no direct threat in the cell.<\/p>\n
a little boy about eight years old standing a short distance away. He was wearing a simple jacket and jeans, and his eyes shone with some incomprehensible confidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? I don\u2019t understand you,\u201d Vadim asked again, trying to hide his confusion. \u201cThat lady lives nearby. Come on, I\u2019ll show you where,\u201d the boy said, ignoring the man\u2019s expression, and took a step forward, extending his hand to Vadim.<\/p>\n
Vadim stood there stunned. The boy was too strange, and his words sounded like something supernatural. He hesitated a little, but eventually some impulse made him follow. \u201cWait, what did you say? Who is that lady?\u201d Vadim asked, trying to collect his thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here, nearby,\u201d the boy repeated. \u201cDo you know her?\u201d Vadim couldn\u2019t believe what he was hearing. In his life there had never been a stranger turn of events. He walked beside him, feeling his anxiety grow with every step.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my fianc\u00e9e,\u201d Vadim said when his thoughts returned to Polina. The boy nodded thoughtfully. \u201cI see. She\u2019s beautiful,\u201d he said, as if it were an obvious fact.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what\u2019s your name?\u201d \u201cVadim,\u201d the man answered, trying not to look confused. \u201cAnd you?\u201d \u201cMax,\u201d the boy smiled, clearly not understanding what storm of emotions his words had caused. \u201cHow did you end up here anyway, Max?\u201d Vadim asked, trying to steer the conversation to a less strange topic.<\/p>\n
Max shrugged. \u201cWell, I spend a lot of time here. Everything\u2019s nearby. I like walking around the graves\u2014there\u2019s always something interesting.\u201d Vadim didn\u2019t know what to say to that. Everything happening was too inexplicable and absurd.<\/p>\n
He continued following Max, not knowing where it would lead, but something about the boy\u2014his determination, his simplicity\u2014made Vadim follow him. \u201cDo you come here often?\u201d he asked, trying to learn more about the strange child. \u201cYes, I live nearby. Sometimes I come to the cemetery to look at the new graves,\u201d Max answered, waving his hand in a funny way, as if talking about the dead was as ordinary for him as talking about the weather.<\/p>\n
Vadim felt anxiety pulsing in his chest. They approached old gates behind which a psychiatric clinic was visible. It was surrounded by a high fence, and the building looked quite impressive. \u201cLook,\u201d Max said, approaching the fence and pointing to a gap in the gates. \u201cThere she is\u2014your fianc\u00e9e.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stunned, Vadim approached the gap and looked inside. His heart stopped. He saw her\u2014Polina\u2014sitting on a bench inside the clinic. It was impossible. She was alive, but why was she here? Why in this place?<\/p>\n
\u201cBut how?\u201d Vadim breathed, unable to believe his eyes. \u201cMom says sometimes healthy people end up here and then become vegetables,\u201d Max shrugged with pity. \u201cAnd your fianc\u00e9e was healthy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim felt his world beginning to crumble. He couldn\u2019t understand what was happening. Everything was so confusing, so absurd, that he needed to figure it out, and he was ready to learn the truth, even if that truth was bitter and full of fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, does your mom work here?\u201d he asked, still not believing what was happening. \u201cYes, she\u2019s a nurse,\u201d Max answered, smiling. \u201cI sometimes come to work with her\u2026 I don\u2019t get bored.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMax, how can I talk to your mom?\u201d Vadim asked, hoping she could at least explain what was happening. \u201cShe finishes work in an hour. We can wait,\u201d the boy suggested and sat down on a bench nearby. Vadim sat down too. He felt every word from Max becoming part of an entirely new reality\u2014a reality he couldn\u2019t yet understand.<\/p>\n
Max began telling some of his stories about how he skipped school, how he caught butterflies, and even how he hid from teachers. But Vadim barely listened. He was thinking about what he was about to learn\u2014about why Polina had ended up here and what had really happened to her.<\/p>\n
Vadim couldn\u2019t forget how she looked when he saw her through the gap in the fence. She was like a living memory he was trying to understand, but which remained closed to him for now.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know,\u201d Max said, interrupting Vadim\u2019s thoughts, \u201csometimes I think this is a strange place, this clinic. Maybe it\u2019s not so bad, because the people who live here are still alive. Maybe they live differently or are waiting for something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly Max ran toward a woman. His face broke into a happy smile, and his small arms wrapped around her waist. Vadim froze in place, unable to believe what was happening. \u201cMom!\u201d Max exclaimed, hugging the woman. \u201cMeet Vadim!\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman sighed heavily in response, and Vadim realized she was holding back some displeasure. She was tall and slender. Her eyes showed fatigue but also a kind of cold professionalism. She looked like someone accustomed to difficult situations.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod, Max, I told you not to talk to strangers,\u201d the woman said sternly, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the boy. \u201cHow could you?\u201d Max seemed to ignore her remarks. He only smiled, looking at Vadim as if this moment wasn\u2019t all that important. \u201cSorry, Mom, I just thought you\u2019d be interested,\u201d Max replied, his voice full of unshakable confidence.<\/p>\n
Vadim felt the tension in his body ease slightly. He knew it was time to talk, but he wasn\u2019t sure how to begin. He quickly stepped closer to the woman, took a few steps, and quietly introduced himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me,\u201d Vadim said, extending his hand. \u201cI\u2019m Vadim.\u201d The woman looked at his hand with some wariness but, seeing his sincerity, shook it. \u201cOlya,\u201d she answered briefly.<\/p>\n
Vadim felt his heart tightening from everything he was about to say. He understood that right now he had to find out the truth, no matter how painful it might be. \u201cI need your help,\u201d he said, calming his voice a little. \u201cMy fianc\u00e9e, Polina Rudyuk, is in your clinic. I thought she was dead, and Max showed me\u2026\u201d His voice faltered, and Vadim sharply lowered his head, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up.<\/p>\n
Olya noticed his weakness. Although her face remained cold, something like pity flashed in her eyes. She stroked Max\u2019s head and took a step back, moving slightly away from Vadim. \u201cYou know, Vadim, the situation really is strange,\u201d Olya began, not looking at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Polina was brought to us, she was perfectly healthy. I examined her myself. But you know how it is in places like this. We prescribe medications to patients, conduct therapy, and unfortunately even a healthy person can become a vegetable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim shook his head as if he couldn\u2019t believe what she was saying. He felt his breathing quicken and clenched his teeth so as not to reveal his emotions. \u201cBecome a vegetable?\u201d he repeated, unable to believe his ears. \u201cSo you\u2019re saying she\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Olya looked at him, and her face softened for a moment. \u201cWait! Yes, there are cases where our chief doctor is paid to hide someone here,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd I suspect Polina\u2019s case is exactly like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim felt everything inside him boiling. His pain became even deeper. He couldn\u2019t understand how this had happened. Why Polina had ended up here and what she had been through all this time.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I see her?\u201d he asked, hoping they could help him. Olya sighed, and her gaze grew heavy. She looked away as if she didn\u2019t want to answer the question. \u201cNo, they won\u2019t let you in,\u201d she said finally. \u201cThis facility strictly follows the rules. Only Timur Igorevich can visit Polina. He\u2019s the only one with visiting rights.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim felt his fists clench with rage. \u201cIs he here?\u201d he asked, trying to squeeze something out of this information. \u201cAnd do you know him?\u201d Olya asked, as if she already sensed that this question would lead to a new storm. \u201cBecause of him I ended up in prison,\u201d Vadim answered. \u201cI think he\u2019s involved in something bigger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olya only shrugged, letting him know she didn\u2019t know anything more. \u201cThank you,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cNow I know what I have to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim turned and, without saying another word, walked down the road. An hour later Vadim stood in front of Anton\u2019s door, nervously pressing the doorbell. He sighed, trying to drive away the anxious thoughts that hadn\u2019t left him since he said goodbye to Olya. Everything he had learned seemed too complicated to process. Anton was his friend, someone he could trust in the hardest moments.<\/p>\n
\u201cVadim!\u201d he heard a familiar voice. The door opened, and Anton hugged him like an old friend he hadn\u2019t seen in many years. \u201cBuddy!\u201d Anton said with a smile, stepping aside to let Vadim in. \u201cCome in. How are you? You look a little lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim nodded and entered the house. Anton was quite the character\u2014a joker and optimist\u2014but Vadim always felt he could count on his support. Anton\u2019s apartment was cozy, with minimalist d\u00e9cor and a good bar in the corner.<\/p>\n
Anton took his friend\u2019s jacket, hung it on the hook, and went to the table, getting out snacks and a bottle of whiskey. \u201cHas it really been seven years?\u201d Anton smiled. \u201cLet\u2019s celebrate your return.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim sat down at the table, tired and worn out but not wanting to show it. He poured whiskey into the glasses, handed one to Anton, and immediately drank his own in one gulp. The sip of whiskey burned his throat, but he didn\u2019t care. He didn\u2019t care what he felt. He kept staring at an empty spot, hoping the drink would help him forget even a little.<\/p>\n
Anton looked at him in surprise but didn\u2019t comment. \u201cHey, what\u2019s with you?\u201d he asked, taking his glass. \u201cYou drank that fast. Everything okay?\u201d Vadim was silent for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t know where to start, how to explain all this to his friend, but the words flowed on their own. \u201cPolina is alive!\u201d he said, his voice growing quieter as his eyes filled with tears. \u201cShe\u2019s alive, Anton, do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Anton almost choked on his whiskey. His eyes widened in amazement. \u201cHow is she alive?\u201d he asked, not believing his own ears. \u201cHave you lost your mind? How can she be alive? We buried her!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim sighed, opened the bottle, and poured himself more whiskey, but this time he didn\u2019t rush to drink\u2026 He stared into the glass, trying to accept the truth before continuing the story. \u201cI was at the cemetery,\u201d he said quietly, as if trying to convey the importance of every word. \u201cI saw Polina\u2019s grave, and then a boy came up to me and said she was alive. He took me to the psychiatric clinic. I couldn\u2019t believe my eyes\u2014she\u2019s there, she\u2019s alive, but in such a state.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim couldn\u2019t continue. His voice broke, and he drank the whiskey again to suppress his emotions. Anton stared at him, not knowing what to say. He was shocked but still trying to understand what was happening. \u201cIt can\u2019t be,\u201d Anton said, his eyes widening. He drank his whiskey in one gulp and set the glass on the table. \u201cAnd what do you plan to do now? You can\u2019t just leave her there, Vadim.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim frowned and scratched his chin. He didn\u2019t know what to think\u2014his head was in complete chaos. He understood one thing: if he wanted to get Polina back, he needed to act immediately. \u201cI want to go see that bastard,\u201d Vadim said, his voice firmer than ever. \u201cI want to find this Chernykh and ask him directly why he\u2019s hiding her there. I don\u2019t understand why she\u2019s there, in that clinic, why she\u2019s not at home, why they left her in that state. I have to find out the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anton nodded, watching his friend. He saw that Vadim was ready to do anything to sort out the situation. \u201cDo you think that will help?\u201d Anton asked, not hiding his concern. \u201cAre you sure you want to go down this path? You know who this man is and who you\u2019re dealing with?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim didn\u2019t answer. He wasn\u2019t sure about his plan, but at that moment it was all he could do. He couldn\u2019t sit idly by knowing Polina was in trouble somewhere. He had to act. \u201cI know what I need to do,\u201d Vadim replied, clenching his fists. \u201cI\u2019ll fight for her until I find the answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
The friends continued sitting at the table, discussing the past years and their experiences. Anton talked about his life, about how he had gone through a divorce, about how his life had changed over the last seven years. Vadim listened, but his thoughts were occupied with something else entirely. When night fell and the bottle of whiskey was empty, they said goodbye. Vadim stood up from the table, thanked Anton for the warm welcome, and stepped out into the street.<\/p>\n
The noisy city seemed alien and out of place at that moment. When Vadim returned to his apartment, it greeted him with silence. He entered the room and saw a photo of his mother on the wall. She had passed away several years ago, and the pain of her loss still hadn\u2019t faded. He sighed and whispered as if addressing her, \u201cWell, Mom, I\u2019m back.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood in front of her photo, his eyes filling with tears. He remembered her kind eyes and her voice. She had always told him not to give up, that there was room for hope in life. He tried to feel her presence to find the strength to keep moving forward. Vadim lay down on the couch, feeling a heaviness in his soul. He was exhausted, so he quickly fell asleep.<\/p>\n
The next day started early for him. Vadim sat on the edge of the couch, stretched, and realized he couldn\u2019t put off the visit to Timur Igorevich any longer. He decided to act in order to unravel all the mysteries hanging over his life like a heavy burden.<\/p>\n
He carefully got himself ready, buttoned his jacket, and left the apartment. Time wouldn\u2019t wait. Every moment was precious. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and, despite his nervousness, walked forward like a man who had decided to go all the way.<\/p>\n
The clock showed exactly six in the morning when Vadim stood at the gates of Timur Igorevich\u2019s house. The silence surrounding the place only heightened his anxiety. He checked his pockets again, made sure he had everything he needed, and approached the entrance. Clenching his teeth, Vadim rang the bell several times until someone opened. \u201cI need Timur Igorevich,\u201d Vadim told the guard, looking him straight in the eyes.<\/p>\n
He knew the conversation with Chernykh would be difficult, but he couldn\u2019t wait any longer. The guard slowly looked him over as if weighing the situation, but finally nodded and let him into the house. \u201cFollow me,\u201d the guard said, leading him through several long corridors until he brought him to Timur Igorevich\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
When he entered the room, Chernykh was sitting at the table, leaning on his palms as if he had been expecting this visit. His gaze was cold, and a barely noticeable smirk played on his lips. \u201cAh, Vadim!\u201d he said lazily, pointing to the chair opposite. \u201cHave a seat. It\u2019s been a while. I see you don\u2019t give in easily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim didn\u2019t answer. He sat down and, without wasting time, spoke immediately. \u201cNow I understand why you, you bastard, locked Polina away in the psych ward,\u201d he began, clenching his fists. \u201cYou staged her death to get the inheritance. And to make sure no one guessed, you sent her there. You thought it would all go unpunished, right? But I\u2019m here, and I won\u2019t let you get away with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chernykh smirked, but a shadow of surprise flashed in his eyes. \u201cLook at you\u2014so clever,\u201d he said with a grin. \u201cApparently they didn\u2019t beat all the brains out of you in prison, huh? But you know, if you\u2019re hoping someone will believe this nonsense\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim felt his anger growing. He couldn\u2019t let this bastard get away clean. \u201cYou\u2019ll answer for everything anyway,\u201d Vadim said firmly, his voice filled with determination. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure justice prevails. You won\u2019t escape what you did to Polina. She didn\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chernykh laughed. His laughter was loud and carefree, but there wasn\u2019t a drop of sincerity in it. \u201cWho\u2019s going to believe an ex-convict?\u201d Chernykh asked, smirking even more. \u201cYou don\u2019t mean anything, Vadim. Who\u2019s going to give you the right to speak?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim was on the edge. His blood was boiling with rage. He knew he shouldn\u2019t lose control. He knew what he needed to do to put an end to this story. Taking a deep breath, Vadim stood up and headed for the exit. \u201cI will achieve justice,\u201d he said quietly but confidently before leaving the office.<\/p>\n
After Vadim left Timur Igorevich\u2019s house, his thoughts were in disarray again. He knew the conversation with Chernykh had given him only a small part of the answers, but it wasn\u2019t enough to uncover the whole truth. He headed toward the police station, and along the way determination took hold of him.<\/p>\n
When Vadim entered the station, he was met by Investigator Orlov\u2026 The man was older but had a firm gaze and professionalism that always made itself known. \u201cVadim Alexandrovich,\u201d Orlov said when Vadim approached the desk, \u201cwhat do you have on Timur Igorevich?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim sat down opposite him and began to explain the whole situation, telling how he had learned that Polina was living in a psychiatric clinic and that her stepfather, Chernykh, had staged her death for the inheritance. Vadim told how he had been to Chernykh\u2019s house and, most importantly, showed the audio recording he had managed to make during the conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that\u2019s enough to arrest him,\u201d Investigator Orlov replied after carefully listening to the recording. \u201cWe\u2019ll take care of this case. This is no longer just a fraud case\u2014it\u2019s a criminal offense.\u201d<\/p>\n
A month passed. Vadim couldn\u2019t wait to receive news that Chernykh would be punished for his crimes. He continued to follow the process but still couldn\u2019t relax until he got Polina and made sure she was safe. And then one day, when the long-awaited day came and Chernykh was put in prison, Vadim went to the psychiatric clinic.<\/p>\n
He was ready to take Polina, who no longer faced any threats. He approached the entrance and saw Olya standing near a wheelchair, waiting for him. \u201cVadim,\u201d Olya said when he approached, \u201ceverything is ready. Polina is okay, but you must remember that she may not immediately understand what\u2019s happening. She may be confused.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vadim nodded, unable to hold back his tears. He approached Polina, who was sitting in the wheelchair, and took her hand. She looked at him without emotion, as if not realizing what was happening. \u201cNow everything will be different,\u201d Vadim said, his voice full of hope. \u201cI promise you, I\u2019m with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olya squeezed his shoulder and said quietly, \u201cVadim, take care of her. If you need help, don\u2019t hesitate to reach out.\u201d Vadim smiled, looking at Olya. \u201cThank you, Olya. Say hi to Max for me,\u201d he said, holding back his emotions.<\/p>\n
Sunlight refracted in the air, illuminating the street as Vadim wheeled the chair toward the exit. Polina still didn\u2019t realize what was happening. Her eyes were dull and her gaze distant. But for Vadim that didn\u2019t matter. What mattered was that he had gotten her back, that she was beside him again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy love,\u201d he whispered, brushing tears from his eyes, \u201cwe will be happy again. I will be by your side always.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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