Dmitri Johannes Petrov had been the prison warden of the Wall complex for 50 years. He had seen it all: riots, escapes, murders, suicides, corruption, reform. He had been a strict but fair leader, respected and feared by both inmates and guards. He had dedicated his life to maintaining order and justice in the most notorious prison complex in the world.
But today was his last day. He was retiring at the age of seventy five, leaving behind his legacy and his right hand man, Grigori Olyat. Grigori had been with him since the beginning, loyal and reliable. He was the only one Dmitri trusted to take over his position and continue his work.
Dmitri walked through the corridors of the Wall for the last time, accompanied by Grigori and a few other senior officers. He greeted some of the staff and even a few prisoners who had begrudging respect for him, exchanged a few words of farewell and gratitude. He felt a mix of emotions: nostalgia, sadness, relief, pride.
He reached his office and packed his belongings: a few photos, a medal, a book, a pen. He handed over his keys and his badge to Grigori, who saluted him with a small smile on his face.
"Thank you for everything, sir," Grigori said. "You have been a mentor and a friend to me. I will do my best to honor your legacy and keep the Wall safe and secure."
Dmitri smiled back and hugged him. "You don't have to thank me, Grigori. You have earned this. You are ready to be the new warden. I have full confidence in you. Just remember: be firm but fair, be vigilant but compassionate, be strong but humble."
Grigori nodded in understanding of the responsibility.
They walked out of the office together and headed to the main gate. Along the way, they were met by a crowd of guards who clapped and cheered for Dmitri. Some of them shouted words of appreciation and admiration, others wished him well in his retirement.
Dmitri waved and smiled at them, feeling overwhelmed by the display of affection. He had not expected such a warm send-off. He realized that he had made a difference in many lives, that he had touched many hearts.
He reached the gate and turned to face the Wall one last time. He felt a surge of emotion as he looked at the massive structure that had been his home and his workplace for half a century. He felt a sense of accomplishment and closure.
He turned to Grigori and shook his hand firmly. "Goodbye, Grigori. Take care of yourself and the Wall."
"Goodbye, Dmitri. Enjoy your retirement and your freedom."
They hugged again and parted ways. Dmitri walked out of the gate and into a car that was waiting for him. He looked out of the window as the car drove away from the Wall.
He felt a tear roll down his cheek as he whispered to himself: "Farewell, my old friend."