"So he accepted himself" says the officer looking into bright room with the reflection of his face looking back. "Its been five days and look at him" he chuckles smoking a cigar, in the room, a small man looks too his side with a glance. "He almost looks like satin starin at me..dont ya think ivan"? as the slow russian music plays in the background. "You're flattering him" he laughs "i think you mean useless and harmless" he says next too him. "Wait till he gets a knife near you if he wasn't locked up like the rest of them" he chuckles walking back from the door and sitting down. The cigar smoke fades with every puff and dissipates on the window glass of the inmate in solitary. The man in confinement kneels away from the door in his straight jacket looking down at the white wall. "I should've shot myself back then" he thinks repeatedly with his life less eyes. His glasses and beard are the only things that are recognizable beyond his sulken face pulverized from the emptiness. "Ive never felt so certain of myself more than now the longer i stare at the floor" he thinks to himself feeling only sadness hearing the light bulbs flicker. "All i wanted was change for the russian people.....i cant believe myself" he whispers in that white torture room with no one to hear his silent words. The television plays on with a flicker outside, russian politicians wave and smile on the morning news. A report flickers on as the anchorman details the curruption and espionage of foreign forces. Dead government politicians scroll by with three deaths as the screen fades to black.