Chapter 37: Rescue Operation (5)
Rescue Operation (5)
A small rocky island with a maritime structure built on it—this is Korea's only offshore prison.
As the ferry had just departed from the port, four women were gathered in the central building of the prison. One of the women spoke up, “Look at this, look at this.”
She appeared to be in her late twenties and, like Sophia, was a Slavic beauty. Despite her striking appearance, she exuded an air of unapproachability. It wasn’t the thorniness of a rose, but the poison of a pufferfish.
She wasn’t born with poison, but had accumulated it over the course of her life from all the dangers she had faced. Born in Moscow and now imprisoned in Korea’s offshore prison, this woman had always thrived in the presence of danger.
Where there’s danger, there’s money. And she knew how to avoid danger while keeping the money close. Men who were enamored with her, or terrified by her, were numerous enough to fill a truck. Each was dealt with according to their own “recipe,” taking the fall in her place. Her name was Sasha. She led the largest faction among the prisoners from the west wing.
“I’m glad the rescue team is coming. I’m getting sick of this place too. But why did you act on your own?” She was reprimanding Sophia.
Tsss— She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. It was one she had smoked halfway, snuffed out, and saved to smoke again later. Though this thrifty action didn’t match her luxurious appearance, in this prison, a single cigarette could cost someone their life.
“So, are you saying we should all just starve to death? Sure, you might have hidden food, but our side won’t last a week.”