Beginning: How to celebrate New year in prison
The morning of the first of January was marred by shakedown (search) in the chamber.
Ten jailers turned over mattresses, threw out all things from bedside tables and tables. Even ripped off in some places linoleum.
The seven of us with our bags brought to the u (corridor) and put a face to the wall.
Masha-khokhlushka was present at the search in the cell. Due to the open reservation (doors) were heard its not silence and a pleading voice:
“Please, do not throw away the shampoo, I’ll pour it into a transparent jar. This cream we bought at the prison store. These books are from the prison library. These cans yesterday only brought peredachki. These markers and pencils were given to us by a psychologist. These are not extra mattresses, pillows and blankets, they are for future cellmates, etc.”
And from the open door to the length flew different items: opaque colored tubes of shampoo, shower gels, closed cans, markers, pencils, colored towels, pillows, blankets, mattresses, some clothes, green robe,Christmas tree, scribbled sheets of paper, books and more.
I looked at the scattered things and did not understand why it is all so sloppy thrown to the floor.
There was a young, tall, pretty matron standing beside us, probably guarding us so we wouldn’t run away. Looking closely at her face, I flinched, it read undisguised emotions to us: hatred and contempt.
At this moment the Warder was joined by two more who came up from the floor. Both also contemptuously looked around us all and said:
“Well, we can take them for personal inspection?”one of them said, a full-bodied matron with unkempt yellow hair.
I saw a Gypsy at this point shivered the rest of the cellmates also stiffened.
“Collect. Will you take them all to ops?”the young matron asked.
“Yellow hair” nodded in the affirmative and we were escorted to the lower floor, where again built in the longitudinal face to the wall.
“Prisoners, now we will examine you one by one! You, follow me with your things!”- ordered “Yellow hair.”
The first choice fell on me.
We went into the study, which had one lattice window. Furniture since Soviet times: two desks, several chairs, two safes. At one of the tables sat a bald man with an unpleasant face. Above him, a video camera hung from the ceiling.
“Pour everything out of your bags on this table!”the matron told me.
I carefully began to lay out my things from two large packages with the inscription “IKEA”.
“Let’s move!”the matron shouted at me rudely and unceremoniously grabbed my second bag and shook out its contents.
Within me replaced of fear came anger. I clenched my teeth and watched as this sloppy woman rummaged through my things and touched my panties with her dirty hands.
“Comrade captain, look, lady-we have under “firmachku decimated”! In all its cheap Chinese clothes sewn “badges” known stores! the matron turned to the man at the table, and they both laughed disgustingly.
These ‘badges’ are called labels! And all these clothes I bought in the company stores, the addresses of which I can share with you. Yeah, and in all these boutiques, I have name cards that I get discounts on as a regular customer. If you decide to shop there, I can share a discount.”I said with anger and contempt.
The faces of the two jailers stretched out, and they looked at me incredulously and angrily.
So, in one moment I made two enemies, which subsequently will cause me suffering.
“So, why do you have so many towels with you?the matron asked irritably.
“Is three towels a lot? One for the face, the second bath, and the third for the legs.”I said in surprise.
“One is enough for you! – towels for face and feet flew to the floor under the table. – Come on, get naked, I’ll do a personal inspection of you!”
I stood and did not move, not understanding the last phrase of the yellow-haired matron.
“You offer me to strip naked in the presence of a man and under a video camera? May I remind you of the article of the Constitution on the inviolability of a person? Or do you want to humiliate me as a person? Humiliate my honor and dignity? Tell me your name, I will write a complaint against your actions to the head of the prison and the regional Prosecutor’s office!”I said menacingly.
The male supervisor silently got up from the table and left the room, while tightly closing the door, which was open all the time and all our conversation was heard on the longitudinal.
“Listen to me, lady! Such “FIF” like you, we’re quick to break off and put in place! You still haven’t figured out that you’re in jail and you have no rights here – no!”the jailer with yellow hair screamed, her face red and saliva splattered on me.
“Did I understand you correctly? Are you threatening me now, under the video camera? I asked in a quieter tone.
Turning to face the video camera, I said loudly and with dignity:
“Today is January 1, 2015. This employee of a pre-trial detention center threatens me with physical violence! Please pass my video message to the warden. And in the event of my death, attach the video of today’s search to the case of my murder!”
Turning to the matron, I saw, literally, a distorted face with bulging eyes and a slack jaw. We looked at each other silently for a few minutes.
“Well, have you finished your search?”a man’s voice came from behind the open door.
“Comrade captain, come in. On this prisoner you need to draw up an act and put it in the punishment cell!”the jailer shrieked piteously.
“What is it?”the captain came into the room and asked threateningly, leaving the front door wide open.
“She refuses to fulfill the requirement of the prison officer!”the jailer continued to squeal.
“If You violate the rules of the internal regime of the pre-trial detention center, and the refusal to comply with the requirements of employees leads to a new criminal article, we will now put you in solitary confinement! Have you been convicted? When were You taken into custody? What article?”the captain asked me.
“I’ve been in jail for two weeks. I still have a pretrial investigation. And arrested me under article 318 of part 2 of the criminal code! I told them.
Now I could see two twisted faces with drooping jaws.
“And I do not interfere with your work! And how you should do your job, I know! You must not humiliate the prisoners as a person, their honor and dignity! Isn’t it spelled out in one of the points of the Rules of the internal regime in the remand prison? Staff members must conduct personal searches without Stripping the detainees naked. A naked prisoner can only be examined by a doctor with a prison license and certificate! And this employee is a doctor with the necessary documents?”- I finished them finally.
“Go get the metal detector!”he ordered the captain of the guard.
I carefully put my things back in the bags, except for the two towels.
The angry and sweaty jailer came only fifteen minutes later. She ran a hand-held metal detector over me from head to toe. Then I was released to cont.
When I came out, my cellmates were scared and looked at my face.
I said in a whisper:
“I’m all right. And don’t worry, their metal detector isn’t working. He didn’t even ring the iron zipper of his jeans.”
The Gypsy exhaled noisily and joyfully.
“This matron – of gusikha, the most abominable of turensis. Actually, she’s in charge of transmissions and packages. Who gave her the right to search us?”- Natasha-Armenian said softly.
“Yes, her husband is the Deputy chief at the jail! Therefore, what he wants, he creates! Constantly takes away from us products and things from parcels!”- whispered Natasha-Gypsy.
“Do they pay little in prison with their husband? Would be looking for him then vysokooplachivaemoi work. You look at her yellow hair, can’t you buy normal hair dye? I was indignant.
“Such people are moral freaks. They can only work in prisons, have fun when they humiliate prisoners! God forbid, you meet her husband and get him under the hot hand – he’s a jerk! That’s certainly what the husband and wife – one Satan.”- Natasha-Armenian answered and went to “personal inspection”.
My search took an hour, the other women were all searched in ten minutes.
Returning to the cell, we saw a whole debacle. At the table on the bench sat Masha-khokhlushka and crying.
“My phone went off.” Took the TV. Today or tomorrow I will be taken to the punishment cell!”sobbing, she said, and nodded questioningly to the Gypsy.
“In place. – she answered it and added. – Today is the first time during the inspection did not make fun of us naked. Thank you!”the Gypsy said, looking at me.
We all burst into tears of humiliation. Tears washed away the tension and stress after the disgusting search on new year’s morning.
For the rest of the day, we cleaned up the camera. Washed my clothes, washed the furniture, floor and walls. Mila-doronila asked the matron hammer, nails and under close scrutiny of thurammina, nailed pieces of linoleum in place.
During the evening inspection, in addition to composition, that morning, conducted a search, going to continue, we saw five tall men.
Their uniforms were different from those worn by the other prison guards (only a month later, I learn that in this form is dressed officers of the FSIN). Each of the jailers studied me as I passed them. I felt goosebumps on my back, remembered from the movies of torture and punishment in prisons. “Probably, want to get even with me for the colleague – yellow-hair. I thought, frightened.
After an evening checking all the camera we have abandoned the prison and dinner in complete silence before release lay down to sleep. The prison showdown in women part 2. Christmas in prison.
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