It was soon the turn of the man to my left. Glukhov got into his face and he blinked, hard, and involuntarily reeled back. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Another one gone. Glukhov signalled and the man was hurried towards the rest of the camp, rejected.
Unaffected, he moved on to me. He stared me down and I stared right back. I was not one to flinch in the face of the devil. He had my freedom and I was the body he wanted. That was all.
He nodded at me and smiled.
‘This one,’ he said. ‘This one has spirit. Take him.’