Beginning: The composition of the house №190 The prison showdown in women part 1. Or my first week in prison. The morning of December 31 was terrible for me. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw swollen and red eyes. Over the past three days I cried so many tears that the…
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14. A search of a prison cell.
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…
17. The jackals are in jail.
Beginning: Chaos on the investigation. “And what is her benefit, that she slipped free of the FAI psychotropic drugs? I asked quietly. A week before this conversation. The neighbor on the bunk Natasha is a thief, watching me trying to write left hand application to the court, offered me his services as a…
83. Dangerous prison nights.
Beginning: Stash zapretki in the house. And the Lord said, judge not, lest ye be judged; for by what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged; and by what measure ye measure, so shall ye be measured. I sat on the dock in the aquarium of the court and tried to watch the…
46. A group search of the prison.
Start reading in: The fifth circle of purgatory or may day transit-recidivists. “Mobile” – a group of guards from different correctional camps, who conduct searches in the remand prison on behalf of the FSIN. Immediately, after the morning mess on the length of the prison heard men’s voices, barking dogs. We all clung to…
21. The prisoners ‘ motto.
Beginning: Shapito-show of the court session. “The paddy wagon will be here in two hours!”the head of the convoy announced when we entered the premises of the prison court. I was locked in a cage again. I tried to hold back tears from the bitterness of defeat. In front of me, an Armenian…