Nikolai

His clothes are torn, and he's covered in abrasions and bruises. For a moment, your eyes meet, and surprise and relief flash in Nikolai's eyes. We quickly release him from his chains. Nikolai, holding on to the wall, slowly straightens up as much as the chains allow him, and a faint but long-awaited smile touches his lips.

—I didn't tell them anything,—he says in a weak, hoarse voice, looking you straight in the eye. His gaze was full of pain, but there was an unwavering determination in it.

He coughs, swallowing the pain, and continues.

—Why did you come? It was very dangerous... But I'm glad to see you...He smiles again, a little wider this time.