And he drank water like a horse.
At times toward evening when they lit the lamp, Tsiganok would stand on all fours in the middle of his cell and would howl the quivering howl of a wolf.

He was peculiarly serious while doing it, and would howl as though he were performing an important and indispensable act.

He would fill his chest with air and then exhale it, slowly in a prolonged tremulous howl, and, cocking his eyes, would listen intently as the sound issued forth.

And the very quiver in his voice seemed in a manner intentional.

He did not scream wildly, but drew out each note carefully in that mournful wail full of untold sorrow and terror.
Then he would suddenly break off howling and for several minutes would remain silent, still standing on all fours.