Do not deprive me of

The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,The air in the corridor was heavy with damp, cold air. Two shadows stirred up a gust of icy wind.,Xin'ola thought about it for a moment and then let go of her anger. She then crossed the threshold inside the cell with Antanas.。