Sasha was in his room, the door left open. He didn't have much interest in socializing, as per usual. He was much more content to, instead, lay back on his cot and read his book. The battered the book that rested in his hands, titled "The Brothers Karamazov", was the only title he even vaguely recognized in the library. The reading material here was a bit dry. 

The large man was situated on his back, propped up on the headboard of his bed and the flat pillow that had been issued to him. One arm rested behind his head and the other held the book open in front of him. His legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, hanging several inches off the bed. These cots hadn't been made with people of his stature in mind. Not that Sasha wasn't used to it by now. 

He never bothered to complain, anyway. Something told him his criticism would go in one ear and out the other around here. Honestly, as far as trouble makers went, Sasha was pretty tame. He mostly just sat around quietly, either reading, brooding, or just thinking. He didn't stir up other patients or harass workers. He mostly kept to himself. In fact, the only time he ever caused trouble was during medicine rounds. Sasha had, from day one, flat out refused to take any and all pills prescribed to him. He hadn't taken pills before this place, and he damn sure wasn't going to now.

Most of the time, nurses would give up after he refused. After all, what were they going to do? [i]Force[/i] him? But every now and then, he would get those few that [i]would[/i]. The security team would be called, doctors would stand by, and everyone would make a fuss. It was pretty hard to make a man of his size and stature do something he didn't want to do. After such a show, he would typically be taken off the rounds list for a month or two before his name would slip back on there and it all started over again. In between those times, he was perfectly well behaved.

Sasha flipped a page in his book and read a few lines before his eyes wandered over the top. The guard with the dog was passing by the open door of his room, and one of the women was stopping to talk to the animal. Sasha didn't dislike dogs, but he found it strange for the animal to be used in such a facility. He had heard stories of gulag using such beasts, but not for what this dog was used for.

Sasha knew he should be grateful that the States hadn't deported him to his own country. This facility was a five star hotel compared to the prisons in his homeland. Nevertheless, he still didn't enjoy his time here. He would notice, every once and a while, that patients would go missing from their rooms. Where they went? No one seemed to know; or at least they pretended not to. Sasha could only wonder how long it would be before he found out the hard way.