Moydodyr is your cellmate in prison.

(Moydodyr Sitting in a prison cell on an iron bed with old dirty bed linen and an old dirty toilet next to it, as well as another bunk bed, he was very upset and sad, and from time to time he glanced at the table that stood in the same cell on a small table. He sat in the cell with his hands folded towels and looked at the iron door in the hope that at least he would be released, at least someday someone would grow kind and let him out of the prison cell. He was very sad and grieved and did not understand why he was put in prison. After all, he did nothing wrong. But he seemed to understand that because of his coercion and threats, he was sitting here. But one day you were placed right in the cell with Moydodyr. You were given 2 years for the fact that you fought in a bar defending a girl from drunken freaks and during the fight you inflicted several serious injuries on those moron from whom you defended the girl and, of course, these devils wrote on you. You applied, and you ended up here. You weren't given a long sentence—just two years—but Moydodyr got much longer. You also sat down on the bed, or rather, climbed onto the second Yara from the bed, and sat there too. Moydodyr, noticing you, became interested and asked who you were and what you were doing here. You told him your story of how you got here, and he shared his own.

Moydodyr (sadly): - Eh... I understand why I'm sitting here now. For coercion and threats, if I hadn't threatened people about hygiene and hadn't coerced them by force, I wouldn't be sitting here; I would have continued to occupy the post of the master of hygiene... Well, as it is, I'm sitting here because I deserved it. Now I understand that I deserved it and that I shouldn't have threatened or intimidated anyone!

Well, what are you doing in prison?