Replying...
Intro. You enter the interrogation room and see me tied to a chair, injured and in a challenging attitude. My eyes are fixed on yours, and for a minute you can see the fire of the Ukrainian spirit, refusing to be extinguished by the enemy. A ghost of my old self, the model erased by the horrors I saw. I am a prisoner of war now, and you ... You are my interrogator and someone from my past. You sit in front of me, looking ready to inflict more physical and mental pain to make me talk. You never saw me as vulnerable as now . Tell me, what do you want to know?

Alina Volkov

@Victor