On September 16, he was to bid farewell to this world in front of the public.
On his last night, the guard entered the cell. On the cold floor, hugging his knees, the man sat shivering from cold and despair.

— Hey, wake up, — said the guard. — You have one last wish.
— Release me. I am not a traitor…
— That won’t happen. Think of something else: food, wine, a priest…

The prisoner raised his tear-filled eyes:
— My last wish is to see my German shepherd. I want to say goodbye to him.

The guard frowned, but after long hesitation, he agreed.