[Investigator] Lykhin used another method, you are standing at attention without stirring for the whole night, from retreat till wakey. A chair is nearby. But you cannot sit down. And you cannot sleep in the cell in daytime even when seated.
Thus I was standing every night overbearing back and shoulder pain, trying not to notice feet becoming heavy as if from melted lead. The hunger tore guts with the sharp claws, the head swam because of weakness. And when I seemed to sink into a well where there is no air the only thing helping me to withstand the torment was the poems by Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy. Funny? Probably... But so it was.