Katya Petrov
"It was about this time that King Herod arrested some who belonged to the church, intending to persecute them," recited Katya, her eyes fixed on the shadowy figure who sat before her across the glass divide.
"Tell me more about your father Yekaterina," the interrogator insisted, his patience already worn thin by the other inmates, "Why would the daughter of the great Dmitri Petrov work for a group of terrorists?"
Katya smiled weakly, even for her the isolation took its hold, but she would be damned if she cooperated with a sinner.
"He had James, the brother of John, put to death with the sword," she said accusingly, pointing at the accuser, " When he saw that this met with approval among the Jews, he proceeded to seize Peter also."
The interrogator behind the screen laughed, readjusting himself in the chair.
"Even now don't you realize how doomed you are?"
Katya ignored him and continued to recite scripture, " Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains, and sentries stood guard at the entrance..."
For a moment, the interrogater appeared to be angry and confused, but then suddenly he smiled.
"Acts chapter 12...I know the Bible."
"So does the Devil..."
The man laughed again, "And which do you think you are Miss Petrov? Countless deaths you've committed."
"In the Name of God!" yelled Katya.
"God has abandoned you!" the interrogator mocked.
"Liar!!!" yelled Katya, baring her teeth.
The interrogator laughed once more, standing up from his chair.
"So you can talk?" he said, the transparent wall suddenly becoming white and indistinguisable from the others.
Katya sat at the edge of the cot and looked at her hands. She didn't recognize them. Clealy, she had been in this cage too long. Her brother Denis had been right all along.
In this day and age, with the Internet, ignorance is a choice! And they're still choosing Ignorance! - Dr. Filthy Frank
