<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br/>Private Quarters</strong><br/><br/>Anzhelika had almost gotten the second sock on Ella's feet when the young woman asked her the question. She flinched and stopped with the sock. After she stood up she walked to the window almost as if looking into the big blue darkness would somehow make things easier.<br/><br/>"I don't think I miss home," she then said and walked back to her chair and sat down with the coffee in her hands.<br/><br/>"I've been a prison guard for all my life. Not just your average prison but the Alkalyk in Kazakhstan. Living standards were so poor that the suicide rate was incredible. Tough guys slicing their own throat because they could not take it anymore. People starving themselves, carving themselves up... anything to escape that prison. I took my work home with me. When I got this offer, I took it because I thought it would be a better place than Alkalyk."<br/><br/>Anzhelika sighed and smiled sour.<br/><br/>"Guess I was wrong. I never had a place I called 'home' so I don't think I can miss it."<br/><br/>Desperate to change the subject she looked at Ella again.<br/><br/>"I only have a single bed so I hope you don't mind sharing it with me."<br/><br/>At this point her mood had dropped so far that she would probably tie Ella to her bed anyway should she say no, but she felt she owed it the girl opposite of her. The escape plan would come later, when Ella completely trusted her.