1937 – Kolyma, that pole of cold and cruelty
Lisa Green

“The northerly gale shrieks past the high barbed-wire fences of Kolyma and collects dirt and snow, scattering loose earth into the sunken eyes of the slaving men. Viktor is momentarily blinded and he stumbles, slipping on the icy plank. His heavy wheelbarrow anchors Viktor to the ground and saves him from drowning in the thick blanket of snow that had formed overnight …”