Talked with shelter manager and, after asking me what happened to the cabinet door and me replying it was the butcher who severed it, and, answering who's items are in the cabinet (Ukrainian guy and the butcher), I got my good news: I'll be moving to the other room (room #2) tomorrow. Fingers crossed it'll be better rather than worse. I'm hoping no one steals from me, or each other, and that my roommates are not sociopaths. Not feeling confident about the latter. Not feeling too confident about the former, either. Oh, well...