Polly runs back into the dorm, clutching her clothes, tears streaming down her face. June and Viv turn around at the sudden noise.

June Ackland:

Polly? What's the matter?

Polly Page:

Donna, she, one of the guards. I, he was, and she...

Polly trails off, collapsing onto her bunk. June moves over to Polly and puts an arm around her.

June Ackland:

Tell me what happened from the start.

Viv finishes making her bed, and sits down, waiting for the reply. Polly draws a breath.

Polly Page:

We were in the showers, and it was all this other woman's fault, and the guards came in, and she, she was only trying to help and it wasn't Donna's fault! He slipped and hit his head on the tiles. It, it wasn't her fault!

Polly bursts into a fresh set of tears.

June Ackland:

So Donna struck one of the guards and injured him?

Polly Page:

But it wasn't even her fault. God knows what they'll do to her, he was so mad June!

June gives Polly a reassuring smile.

June Ackland:

Just try to forget about it, I'm sure she'll be all right. Just get changed and try to forget about it.

Polly looks around, noticing the pale blue item folded on her bed.

Polly Page:

Changed? Into that?

June Ackland:

Yeah, it's all the rage around here just now.

June speaks bitterly. Polly unfolds the light coloured gown, noticing the small red numerals on the breast pocket.

Polly Page:

Four, one, one, four. Lovely.

Polly rolls her eyes, and slips on the clothing.

Polly Page:

Oh yeah, just lovely!

June Ackland:

Well it's better than being naked, Polly. This isn't a nudist camp, thank God!

June smoothes down the front of her gown as a whistle is heard from outside.

June Ackland:

I think they want us again. I wonder what it could be this time?

Viv Martella:

I'd rather not know.

Polly cringes, not moving. Viv gets up off her bunk, heading for the door. June follows her out of the room, looking back.

June Ackland:

What's the matter, Polly?

Polly sighs.

Polly Page:

I'd rather stay here.

June smiles.

June Ackland:

Best not annoy them unless we get something out of it, Polly. Come on!

Polly pulls herself to her feet, trailing behind her colleagues.

June Ackland:

What's going on?

Polly stands in line next to June, as the guards pace in front of them. June whispers to Polly.

June Ackland:

Does this have something to do with Donna?

Polly Page:

How should I know.

June subsides into silence as the Captain emerges holding Donna. Krylyova and another guard are leading Donna towards the centre of the yard. She is not resisting but appears to be in a state of dazed shock. Polly gasps, clasping her hand over her mouth, the other clutching at June.

Polly Page:

What the hell...

Krylyova smiles grimly as he flings his bound and gagged prisoner to the ground.

Captain Krylyova:

Women, a vile act has been committed today by your fellow prisoner.

Krylyova strides around the yard fixing the prisoners with his steely glare. Bryzgarlin takes his position at the end of the line up of women, his gun in his right hand.

Captain Krylyova:

Not only did she have the audacity to strike one of the guards, he has since died of his injuries. This woman is a murderer!

Krylyova points at Donna as his voice reaches a climax. Polly looks towards June fearfully.

Polly Page:

But, it was an accident!

June reaches out and takes Polly's hand.

June Ackland:

Don't worry, I'm sure it's just an act.

Krylyova signals for his Lieutenant to come across. Polly looks over at the blonde woman in front of the line, their eyes briefly meeting.

Captain Krylyova:

And she will burn for her crime!

Krylyova walks over to Donna and kicks her in the abdomen. Bryzgarlin paces over towards the Captain, dropping the petrol can at his feet. Polly pulls away, stepping forward. June grabs Polly's arm.

June Ackland:

Don't be stupid, it's too late. You can't help her now.

Krylyova picks up the petrol can with a smirk and slowly unscrews the lid. Polly looks horrified, as she steps back in line, continuing to watch in silence. Krylyova stands above his helpless captive, slowly and deliberately proceeding to pour petrol over her body. Krylyova stands back with a bestial grin on his face. Polly feels tears trickle down her cheeks, forcing herself to remain quiet. Krylyova whispers a single word under his breath as he lights a match.

Captain Krylyova:

Ohgohn.

Krylyova tosses the lit match at Donna with a careless flick of his wrist. He leaps back as Donna's body is engulfed in roaring flames. Polly drops to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

Polly Page:

No, no! Donna!

Krylyova walks off with the other guards, leaving Donna's burnt body behind. June is open-mouthed from horror. She and the other women rush into the centre of the yard and crowd around the remains of Donna.

June Ackland:

Such a waste.

June shakes her head and turns away.

Polly, June and Viv are sitting on their beds with expressions of horror on their faces. Polly is softly humming to herself but the others are silent. Viv tentatively tries to break the silence.

Viv Martella:

Are you okay Poll?

Polly doesn't reply. Viv exchanges a worried glance with June. June turns away, beginning to neatly fold her towel, placing it on the end of her bed.

June Ackland:

Polly, I don't know what to say, there's nothing to say, but you know you can talk to us, I mean, we're all in this together.

Polly inclines her head towards June.

Polly Page:

I've got nothing to say.

June Ackland:

Polly, you have to face all this sooner or later, we all do. No matter with you think, it wasn't your fault.

Polly gives June a disparaging look and remains silent.

Viv Martella:

Just leave her be, June.

June huffs, and lays back across her bed.

June Ackland:

This isn't easy for any of us, ya know!

Viv puts her finger to her mouth and gently shakes her head while giving June a warning glance. A guard bangs his rifle butt loudly on the door, the three women all gasping in surprise. Viv stands in front of the doorway, hands on her hips. The guard pushes open the door roughly, barging past Viv into the room. Viv grabs hold of the guard's arm. The guard pulls backwards, violently.

Russian Guard:

Woman will sit on bed!

Viv Martella:

What's up? Come to find another woman to burn alive? Isn't one per day enough?

Russian Guard:

Woman sit!

The guard pushes her back sharply. Viv remains standing, defiantly.

Viv Martella:

Get your hands off me, you filthy pig!

June looks up, exhausted.

June Ackland:

Viv, take some of you own advice. Leave it, yeah?

The guard stares darkly at Viv. She is about to snap back when she catches sight of the look on the guard's face. Viv sits down reluctantly. The guard approaches Polly's bunk, checking her ID number.

Russian Guard:

You will come!

Polly does as she is told, too tired to care. Viv sits up violently.

Viv Martella:

Where are you taking her?

The guard grabs Polly's left arm, roughly escorting her to the doorway. Viv gets up and starts to follow them.

Viv Martella:

I said where are you taking her?

The guard pushes Polly through the doorway, Viv on his heels. Polly is as limp as a rag doll and doesn't even attempt to fight back. Viv reaches the door just as it slams shut in her face.

Viv Martella:

The bastards!

Viv bangs her hands futilely against the locked door. Polly slowly comes to her senses as the guard drags her across the compound.

Polly Page:

Where are you taking me?

Russian Guard:

You have special assignment.

Polly looks confused. The guard continues pacing hastily across the compound.

Polly Page:

What do you want me to do?

Russian Guard:

That is not up to me. I have only to bring you.

Polly tries to pull her arm free.

Polly Page:

I'm not taking another step until you tell me where you're taking me!

Polly stands still and refuses to budge. The guard stops, turning to her, his voice low and gruff.

Russian Guard:

You will come, or receive same treatment as your friend.

Polly reluctantly continues to walk.

Polly Page:

Well at least tell me what you intend to do with me.

The guard arrives outside the portable tent, opening the door, motioning for Polly to enter.

Russian Guard:

Inside.

Polly walks into the tent, her knees shaking from fear. Suzi turns, packing the sheets into the cupboard.

Suzi Croft:

Are you ok?

Suzi notices Polly's terrified expression.

Polly Page:

Who, who are you?

Suzi Croft:

Suzi, Suzi Croft. I was attached to Thames Valley, up until about two weeks ago.

Suzi nods warmly. Polly gingerly takes her hand and shakes it.

Polly Page:

Pleased to meet you.

Suzi smiles jokingly.

Suzi Croft:

For heaven's sake, you're as white as I wish I could get these sheets, are you sure you're feeling okay, 'cause you shouldn't be working here if you're feverish.

Polly lets out a sigh.

Polly Page:

I'm fine. It's just seeing one of your mates get burned to death does tend to shock you a little.

Polly speaks bitterly. Suzi lowers her head, looking away.

Suzi Croft:

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll get used to it. If that's the worst you see in your time here, count yourself fortunate.

Polly looks down.

Polly Page:

Yeah, well with these guards nothing would surprise me.

Polly sneaks a quick glance at the guard standing in the middle of the doorway. Suzi looks blankly at her, turning back to her work.

Suzi Croft:

You have been assigned as my assistant. Since I was the only one with remote medical experience, I worked as an ambulance officer before joining the Met, they assigned me as medical officer here. It's not all that bad either, nothing too strenuous, I'm treated well, as you will be. I need you to fold those pillow cases and sheets for me.

Suzi points absently to the pile of laundry on the table. Polly rolls her eyes.

Polly Page:

Great, I come all the way to Russia to become a laundry assistant.

Polly moves over to the pile of sheets.

Polly Page:

Is he staying?

Polly points to the guard. Suzi nods slowly, lowering her voice.

Suzi Croft:

He stays outside at all times. While I wouldn't say we're a fully equipped medical unit, we do have some surgical instruments as well as a limited supply of medication. You wouldn't believe the suicide attempts I've seen in the last fortnight. Trust me, this is the one place where you want one of them looking over your shoulder.