- Do you understand where you are, - the FSB officer, outwardly calm, was still nervous, - and how did you end up here? It seemed that the young man sitting in front of him on a chair was completely indifferent to everything that was happening around. His face was a pale mask with indifference frozen on it, the whites of his eyes had a pink tint due to burst blood vessels. At the same time, the iris was piercingly blue. However, for all their unusualness, in these eyes, as well as on the face, absolutely no emotions were read. The FSB officer had already managed to get acquainted with the personal file of the interrogated and therefore knew his age, but it was hard to believe in it - he looked twenty years older. At some point, the FSB officer doubted whether the person was in front of him, or something that only had his form....