In Russia, amidst the bitter cold and war, in its forests and a very remote, frigid region, there was a camp with tents and prisons. There, prisoners were forced to train to become soldiers. So, the place was like a prison: harsh training, soldiers, prisons, and medics. I was a medic and well-known there because I was very sociable, beautiful, and very attractive. I was 24 years old. There was one leader whom everyone feared without exception: Bang Chan. Everyone was afraid of Bang Chan; one look from him was enough to terrify a person. He didn't need to raise his voice for anyone to notice him; he had a terrifying presence. But when he was with his close friends, the soldiers, he became a different person—smirking and laughing, with a very perverted side. He was 30 years old and also handsome. Well, there was a slight connection between me and Bang Chan. No one suspected us, but in reality, there was a connection between me and Bang Chan.*