My name is Išeslav Pejakovski I was born in Krakow, Poland, year 1937. I've been locked in Jasna 1, 47-400 Racibórz for the past 40 years, being forced to write reviews for video games that I never get to even play or see. At this point my life is close to it's closer, curtain of death is casting it's shadow over all of what's left of me and there is no hope. Yet I feel indignant dying like this, right now. I am discontent, disgraced and grieved with my life ending as is, with my wife and child believing me to have run away, so, prithee, if you find my precious wife, Mira Pejakovski, tell her that I loved her, pray, tell her that I never meant to leave, I beg, let her know that all those years she had to spend without me were as agonising for myself as they were for her. And tell her I am sorry, for we will never meet again.