After my backpack flew to the heap of seized things I protested; they had to give it back to me even if without string. Perhaps even Balaam wasn't so surprised when his ass started speaking! In the ancient times they treated asses with a bit of respect and always mentioned them after family. The eyes of «educators» were out on stalks, and it dawned on me that starting acquaintance with each new prison from the lockout didn't serve my best interests! Farewell, my old good backpack.
That was another lesson I learned; there is no miserable person who couldn't be deprived of something more.