A week after he arrived in Tallahassee, Pavlo was awakened by a guard around 2:00 a.m. He was moved to the processing area, stripped, ordered to lean his hands against the wall and spread his legs for a body search. Then he was told to put on an orange jumpsuit, shackled and left standing around for seven hours before loading onto a bus. No special “awdalee” dispensation this time. He was just another one of the brothers. The white sheep of the family.
