Some may have expected Viktor Demyanovich Kolesnikov would break. But the yearning for freedom is a drive that never yields - it shall be felt within him till his final days.
When Sverdlovsk was lost to the Black League, Victor Kolesnikov lost everything. While he was spared the fate of many of his commanders, he was thrown to the Vorkutlag, to be molded into the perfect officer or to die at his post. Soon, his jailors thought, this man could become a proper member of the Russian National Army - violent, emotionless, and servile.
Instead, Kolesnikov mocked his so-called commanders with open insolence. As many times as he was sent to solitary confinement or beaten until he could not see, he would come back more sure in his convictions, more ready to resist. As weeks went past, other inmates watched this dissident stand firm in the face of oppression. Soon, his fellow prisoners came to resist at his side.
Now, with Omsk cut off, a vengeful army of prisoners at last refuses to yield. United behind their leader, they have hunted down their cruel captors or forced them into the Urals to the South. It is vengeance. It is justice. It is loyalty to old causes and dead leaders. And at its head, there is Viktor Kolesnikov, calling his men to action, finally standing free.