No man lives, or can live, without having some object in view, and without making efforts to attain that object. But when there is no such object and hope is entirely fled, anguish often turns a man into a monster.
Dostoyevsky was sent to a camp long before the Bolsheviks came to power. I still like the Siberian labour camp for a setting but I won’t call it Gulag, I think it’s the wrong tone. I might call it you were arrested.