“Hey, girlfriend, you need to get some normal food, this one doesn’t suit you,” she said and rattled me “normal” food. It turned out to be some unleavened rice, boiled meat and potatoes. I hate this taste without salt and spices, but I no longer vomited.

Whatever it was, but I began to settle down a little in this prison, I even found some kind of joke in this life. Of course, it’s bad here, but you can live, all the more doctors reassured me and everyone unanimously repeats that the fetus is developing normally, that it has enough of everything. And that soon I will be transferred to another...