[Somewhere in Russia]
In Russia a whole set of problems was brewing, over the years riots broke out over their new leader. They hated him with a passion but still had to 'love' him or else they would face the same fate the protesters did ten years ago in a massacre that the Russian people called 'Kiystvo gosudarstrovavyy ubva' meaning 'A bloody murder by the state'. But after that, after the Russian army put the protesters down, the people went on with their normal lives like nothing happened. Some people say that the massacre scared the people into following the orders of the newly appointed leader, (After Putin's surrender in 2015).
Their newly appointed leader stood tall in height and was near six feet. A tail, dog like, hung behind his back and through a small little crease in his black dress pants that were complemented by a matching tux, a white undershirt, and a blue tie that all made up his two piece suit. The suit that was recently tailored by Russia's finest tailors. His body was strong and he worked out regularly. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he was seen walking down in the local park next to the Kremlin in the nice spring, cold breeze that he had gotten used too over the years. The park was closed to the locals for his arrival, and the rooftops were closely guarded. People had to close down stores for his arrival and were allowed to watch him, some people admired his advances in the country's technology and advancements in policies that would make the economy flourish and prosper. But most people hated his visions of the future, he wanted Russia to be a free country and loosen that militaristic grip on the Russian society.
The Russian president sniffed the air and smiled, the peace and quiet made him calm, and everything was tranquil. But until his phone rang, everything would change in the happy leader.
He picks it up and one of his advisers were on the phone, named Dimitri Blashkov who was one of his trusted advisers. Dimitri would be watching the world news and spy on Russia's allies and enemies. But today, Dimitri got some information that would shock the leader.
"Silas?" Dimitri asks a thick Russian accent was heard, he a bit worried.
"Yes, comrade?" The President replies with a sigh, "Something bad happen?"
"A riot broke out in Keleshikov Gulag earlier this morning."
"And were they dealt with?" Silas asks, raising an eyebrow at how Dimitri's voice was expressed about the situation.
"No, sir… We sustained heavy casualties." Dimitri replied coldly, "But a Spetsnaz team has been dispatched to deal with the situation and collect the bodies."
Silas sighed, "Make sure prisoner 116A-B is in check, or else ill have your head.."
"Da, understood."
[A Day earlier]
All was well in the Keleshikov Gulag, the guards rounded their shifts and the prisoners did their hard labor, as well as a prisoner who wore the number 116A-B who mined furiously away at a rock that was taking him hours. He had been here for fourteen years after the war. He and a few thousand prisoners suffered the same fate after Putin surrendered, and he was sentenced to life like the others in Gulags like this to work out their lives.
The Gulag where this prisoner worked his life out was surrounded by thirty foot cement walls and was considered one of the most secured Gulags in Russia, this could stop a five-hundred pound bomb and not even be dented. Because of the metal plating every ten feet that made it impossible to dig through the wall, plus on-top of the metal going down thirty feet into the ground. This place was impossible to escape with normal means, even though the guards are at high alert. Most likely ex-Spetsnaz would take the task of guarding the most hardened war criminals. Some criminals were here to pay their dues after a murder or massacre of several government officials like the prisoner that proudly wears the 136B-C on the back of his jumpsuit. He was talking to his buddies and lifting weights. Even though this Gulag had long work shifts and tiresome days, the warden allowed at-least an hour of break time before the prisoners were forced back into their jobs. This excludes lunch and dinner hours, (and yes, sleep was discouraged but was allowed).
Inside the walls located a few rows of prisoners mining away at ores and pressing metal, the ash would fill up the air and flow through the workers lungs making them cough and wheeze but they seemed to be used to it. Prisoner 116A-B made a little tune to the coughing, but would grunt in anger as the tune would be broken by a wrong sounding cough or a guard firing his rifle in the air to scare a prisoner back into obeying commands. But at times there would be public executions and these would have to be filed straight back at Silas so coverups can happen. He would not like NATO to find out and screw his corporal punishment deal, or maybe send Dust in to destroy the place and throw millions of funds away. But Silas knew if that happened he would threaten war with NATO, and if this happened.. The story that was being told now by time and fate would shift.
Next to the mine-field (Not a literal one, I mean the field that people mined in) was the guard house that was a medium sized house, it was three stories high and housed all the guards and their weapons. The guards were usually equipped with AK-47s and a simple M1911 pistol. Since the prisoners had no guns, the need for armor was next to none but they wore military Grade-A armor under their uniforms just in-case of an uprising but like there was ever there was going to be, the warden and the guards thought the prisoners were happy here. Even though a few weeks ago there was a stabbing that killed eight and they were mostly visitors that were there to see the prisoners, but visits were only limited to an eye glance and then they would need to move on. They would be soon fined for trespassing, a bank breaking twenty rubble but most visitors took this as a joke and moved on.
Then onto the main building, it was an L shaped facility that housed the prisoners and harbored the mentally insane that were confined into dark rooms and never were to see the light again. It was the same thickness as the walls and were made with open layers to help take a five-hundred pound bomb and never make a dent. When Silas was building this prison he liked Nazi Germany's Keroman Submarine base, he even had the plans so he could make the main building as protected as it's older counterpart. The main building was three stories and housed three types of criminals: Petty criminals, Murders, and the traitors from the war fourteen years ago. On the first level were the Petty criminals that did their average crime of theft or a casual mugging but they were repeated offenses and have visited multiple state institutes, so they were serving life in this prison and without the chance of getting out. On the second level was the murderers that done their killing and were eventually caught by the police force, as Russia is now recently worldly known for especially their FSB that can pick a criminal out of a crowd of a thousand. Lastly is the traitors from the war, this level is self explanatory and they were treated most harshly because if you mix guards with grudges against the prisoners because their fathers and sons were murdered trying to resist Putin's corrupt power then you got trigger happy guards that want a reason to shoot, sometimes up in the guard towers you can occasionally see a guard with a SV-98 aiming at the prisoners and waiting to place a bullet inside a runner. Silas usually hires professional snipers that he knows can put a resisting prisoner down under in one shot.
To sum this up, life in the Keleshikov Gulag was shit and was made to be shit, it was made to break the hard erst of criminals and scare any new criminals that wanted to live the short life in the streets. It is short due to how fast after you commit you're first crime a judge is threatening you with life in the Gulag.
We now see prisoner 116A-B walk up to his buddy that wore the number 136B-C after a guard said he could go and have a thirty minute break, these were rare but were taken kindly by the prisoners for their work. But this made the prisoner 116A-B even happier because he was planning something, something drastic.
Prisoner 136B-C saw his comrade and smiled, he called him over and shook his hand, "Comrade, how's the plans going?" He asks softly.
"Great!" 116A-B replied and handed his friend a piece of scrap paper that was neatly folded up and had the name Frost on it.
136B-C looked at the paper and sighed, "I really don't know about this."
"Hey come on comrade, if we succeed we will be free from this unholy hell and with your hand we can push closer to victory." 116A-B enthusiastically said to his doubtful friend.
"I know Ivan but you seen the last attempt made by a smaller group and they were picked off one by one… By just one fucking sniper." Frost said looking at the same guard tower that picked off twenty prisoners last week for even trying.
"Yes.. and you know why they failed?" Ivan asked.
"Why?" Frost replied.
"Because they didn't have a whole prison helping them, and they didn't have crazy Ivan on their side."
"Oh brother.. You are just lucky you slipped by with those other attempts."
"Yah and you are lucky Mr. Snow Leopard that I haven't chewed you out. Half the prison wants you dead and I'm the one keeping you above ground."
The thing with Frost was, he was brought back by Silas after the war. After the war the U.N was wondering what to do with Frost due to his death and they decided to revive him and make him live out his life with the other traitors even though he made an attempt to rape Storm but failed due to Ivan. Since they met in the prison they went past their differences and became good friends and during those fourteen years. But everything spiraled from there, the whole prison wanted Frost dead for some reason but a common cause: The attempted rape of Storm. The news spread through the Gulag like wild fire and Ivan, like the friend he is, stood by Frost's side, silencing anybody who got too loud.
"And I thank you for this." Frost said looking away from Ivan, knowing this was the truth. Some prisoners that passed by giving Frost ice cold stares, they were on the buff side and looked like they shouldn't be messed with.
"Yeh and you helping in this escape is your payback, I help you, you help me."
"Payback?!" Frost asked confused and in shock, "Mere suicide."
"Remember when you were getting you're ass handed too and who came in to help you?!"
Frost remembered this, the first day they met, Frost was on the floor getting his ass handed to him by a few thugs. Frost was jumped that day, being caught by surprise by the thugs and by their overpowering strength. They were taking turns kicking him in his stomach and punching him. He coughed out air and tried to take in more but the kicks suppressed the intake of air so he was slowly blacking out.. until at the corner of his eye he saw a figure come in and then he blacked out. But he remembers waking up a few hours later in Ivan's cell as Ivan was helping Frost's wounds heal.
I thought I fucking killed you… He remembers Ivan saying under his breath and he nods out again.
"You did.." Frost sighed.
"And who is going to help me, besides the whole prison?" Ivan asked, making Frost look at him.
"Me..." Frost replied, "So when shall I be hearing gunfire and a few Spetsnaz teams bust through the gates."
"Soon, Soon as the ball of light shines the way." Ivan said as he got his hand to caress the sky and soon, it lit up in explosions. The guards stirred and hit the deck as the blinding lights told the prisoners to break their iron chains and fight the nearest guard they saw.
"Just according to plan comrade!" Ivan shouts as he runs over to the nearest guard and disarms his gun and empties the mag inside the guard, he throws over the guard's pistol over to Frost with a few magazines, "Come on, find yourself a rifle and avoid the towers! Freedom will be ours!" Ivan shouted as a rush of sound boomed the word "URAH!" A war cry that suppressed the sounds of gunfire. Then soon the sound of alarm rang throughout the Gulag, as the destruction of the iron fortress began.
I am so sorry for not uploading for the past few weeks and if you are reading this after that shit chapter went up, I apologize, It was due to some glitch or something but if you are reading this and it's all fine then I fixed it… But all in all I hope you all had a good weekend and have a good night/day.