1. The road to the women’s camp

 In the early June morning, when free people see their dreams, two paddy wagons at high speed raced along the back country roads.

   We were transported from the transit prison to the women’s zone.

   At four o’clock in the morning in the yard of a transit prison in one of the paddy wagons, we have loaded all their bags with clothes and food, and in the other paddy wagon loaded us – parohodik, twenty-two female offenders.

   The guards who accompanied us warned us that it would take four hours to get to the zone.

   Four hours – another inconvenience and humiliation.

   In the compartment of the paddy wagon for prisoners there were two long benches installed opposite each other at the walls. Twenty-two convicted women sat like herring in a jar, close to each other and resting his knees on the knees of others. The ventilation didn’t work, so we sat in a fog of cigarette smoke.

   Opposite me sat a young male Kostik-Valya. She spread her legs wide, and my legs were between hers. During the shaking of the paddy wagon, the dog clamped on both sides of my knees, while smiling seductively.

    In one of these “hooks”, I could not stand:

   “Valya, can you join your legs like all the women here in the paddy wagon? I don’t like your knee strokes!»

   Male scowled and resentfully threw his leg over my two.

   “And why does Kostya have to adapt to someone? Kostya, sit, as you conveniently!”- the second dog Dollar-Olga was indignant.

   “Listen to me, Dollar, you and your countryman will stick to human standards while we are forced to be in this zinc coffin on wheels!”with the collisions said Svetlana, with which we spent a week in the same cell transit prison.

   I smiled gratefully at the adult woman and closed my eyes, plunged into my memories.

   Two weeks before this trip.

   I was brought into the office on women’s operation, the corps of prison, sitting at a table on duty major and leafing through some documents.

   «Hi. Sit down. The camera is off.”the major said good-naturedly, waving his head in the direction of the video camera.

   “Good morning, Mohammed.”I greeted him happily.

   “Did you refuse to go to the colony yesterday?”he asked.

   I looked at the major in surprise and asked a counter question:

   “I was supposed to be taken to the zone yesterday? But I haven’t received the documents from the court of appeal yet.»

   The major opened the thick folder and rummaged in the papers and took out a document on multiple sheets.

   “The appeal decision came two weeks ago. Didn’t they give it to you to sign?”- he handed me a decision from the court of appeal.

   “The sentence was upheld.”- hysterically I said, after reading the last worksheet.

   Three weeks ago, the appeal hearing on my complaint ended without my participation, due to the breakdown of the device in the prison for video conferencing with the court. All this time I was sure that the meeting was postponed and waited for documents on new date of consideration of my appeal. But, as it turned out, review verdict has passed without me.

   Unable to hold back, I burst into loud, hysterical sobs.

   The major poured from a dispenser into a disposable glass of water and handed it to me. I took the glass with trembling hands and, drenching, took a small SIP.

   “Call a paramedic to you a sedative was given? the warden asked intensely.

   «Do not. I’ve been on antidepressants and psychotropics for three days. The other day the psychiatrist was brought to me, he officially appointed them. So now I’m a “psychotic” prisoner.”- laughing through tears, I shared.

   The jailer got up from the table, opened the safe and pulled out a prison card with my photo. A thick red stripe was drawn on the cover of the card.

   “Mago-med, and that uh is a red-Losa ex:-flushes?”I asked,” I said.

   “In this band a lot: and your article, and your suicide, and your above! By the way, the card did not record the admission of a psychiatrist and his appointment. I’ll take it with me to the office to find out and record a doctor’s visit to you.”the jailer grumbled with displeasure.

   “So my next path is the zone?”- I said thoughtfully, hiccups immediately passed.

   «Yeah. But you can apply now to stay here in prison for the rest of your sentence.”the major said softly.

   I laughed out loud in his face.

   “Last week Vasilisa already suggested me to write the application for transition to households.squad and, as “Cosmetica” to apply for PAROLE. This will never happen! I’ll kill myself, but I’ll never wash the spit behind the garbage!”I said disgustedly.

   “Well, what the hell you’re talking about! I’m not suggesting you go to the house.detachment, you would’ve just stayed in the chamber, yet would be considered an application for PAROLE.”a hurt voice said duty major.

   “I cannot apply for parole for many reasons. First, I don’t plead guilty and I have nothing to repent of. Secondly, if I am released on PAROLE, I am sure that the false victims and customers will lie to me again. And then, I for violation of PAROLE, he’ll take the “ten”!”I replied irritably.

   “Yes, these things can do that. Then you’ll just serve six months in prison. You, we will provide all facilities for his release.”the major said uncertainly, glancing at the documents he had previously flipped through when I arrived.

   “And what in these documents?”I asked in a persistent tone.

   “Your thirty violations of the PVR regime in prison. For each violation was discharged for ten days of solitary confinement.”the major spoke calmly.

   “Three hundred days of punishment cells? That bitch Vasilisa!”I cried, dumbfounded.

   “It is not Vasilisa issued violations. It is, incidentally, at the last meeting and demanded from the acting chief of the prison so he canceled all of your violations.”the major said.

   Magomed surprised me even more with his statement.

   “No Vasilisa? Then what kind of bastard made thirty punishment cells through a mattress? What a beast making sure I bent and died in solitary confinement? I shouted furiously.

   “And how you last forty days in a punishment cell were bent? For you, even all the plumbing and sewer in the cell was replaced. Didn’t you ask to go there after your first term?”mad major, who was responsible for the areas of the cells.

   “Magomed, you try it yourself. Stay at least ten days in a closed cell!”I said fiercely.

   “And you think we do not experience such experiments? And for thirty of his punishment cells through the mattress, you can say thank you to your friends and beloved Lieutenant Colonel!”the major said softly.

   The color flooded my face.

   “If we are talking about the same Lieutenant Colonel, he is not my favorite and not even a friend. Rather, on the contrary! By the way, it gave me and called a psychiatrist!”I muttered, and tears flowed treacherously from my eyes.

   Magomed widened his eyes in surprise and looked at me incredulously.

   “But all the prison staff are buzzing about your affair with him! Good thing to Bear and Grandfather the gossip has not reached.”he whispered.

   I cried hysterically again.

   “There is no romance! Magomed, please send me to the zone. I’m afraid I might get another article because of this Lieutenant Colonel. He constantly provokes me and infuriates me. Because of him, I can’t control my aggression.”I confessed to the major.

   “Yes, I don’t think he specifically provokes you! Maybe he’s still so awkward for you to care? Yes, and it’s your own fault has brought him to this treatment to you! That’s why you framed him for that gift on February 14th? She laughed and disgraced the whole prison when she told everyone about his gift! And he almost lost his job because of you!”the major said quietly and laughed.

   I blushed again, remembering that it was really stupid to talk about “coincidence” with a gift for Valentine’s day.

   “Do you remember how many times he helped you in the last months? Who won your TV and antenna, which your son sent you a parcel. Who turned a blind eye, you had a cell phone when you’re sitting in a special block under tsinovskii camera. Who arranged that special for you.camera? Even at your request, put the door to the toilet, so that the video camera could not see how you walk in need of the toilet. And who has been transferred from your camera the scum, which you have settled? Who signed you up in solitary confinement, when thee, the storm-clouds thickened and there was testing of inmates?”the major said, grinning.

 “It’s funny to hear all this. If you hadn’t transferred me from the solitary confinement of the women’s corps, I wouldn’t have had to go through all his clumsy “worries.””I said, irritably.

   “Is it his fault that you were transferred from a loner to a special house? Ungrateful you never learned to appreciate a good relationship in jail!”the major grumbled.

   But looking into my eyes, immediately changed his tone and said:

   “You can’t stand the zone. There’s no one there to protect you. Zechki you there in the first week will work at once. So think about it for four days, until my next shift. It’s better if you finish your rest in prison. And while you’re on the psychotropics, you won’t be taken to the zone and sent to the punishment cell. They make you sleep all the time? I’m using the duty room, find out the day of arrival of the psychiatrist and all will enter in your card. This week get some sleep, if need a quiet camera, that can translate into a sick-chamber.»

   “This camera is now became easy. The other three cellmates are quiet.”I replied indifferently.

   Returning to the cell, I thought that if not for the psychiatrist with his treatment, the news that the court of appeal without my participation denied me the complaint – just would have gone crazy. Who would have thought that the entire judicial system is such a mess. Entrepreneurs and ordinary citizens deduct taxes from their earnings to support judges, who for our own money will execute us.

   In the evening of the same day, I was taken to the prison hospital to take a psychotropic pill under a mobile video camera. He accompanied me there and back my brother.

   “I recently heard from recidivists that women’s camp is easier than here in prison. There they can at any time be in the air, often meet with relatives. Go to the library. And much more. Maybe you should go to camp. A change of scenery and a new fuss will accelerate the end of the term? You’re gonna have to spend the rest of your life in solitary here, and then they’re gonna put you on probation. You’ll be free for the next ten years under constant surveillance and wiretaps.”- talked on the way, the fellow jailer.

   “I’m used to wiretaps. Before I went to prison, I’ve been bugged for ten years. It’s because of a former employer and a relative. And what about the camps I have been thinking all day today. Probably, Dima, you’re right. Changing the environment will speed up the waiting “from call to call”. This week I’ll sleep off, as advised by Magomed, and then make a decision. He assured that while I drink psychotropic, me out of jail will not release.”I said.

   However, four days later I sat in the Stolypin carriage and waited for the train to take me to the zone.

   I was sitting in a single compartment, while other prisoners, men and women, were in other compartments of several people.

   There was a convoy in the aisle near my compartment. A few minutes ago he asked me not to talk to any of the prisoners. Because there was a video camera in my compartment.

   We were in the car for several hours, all the prisoners were waiting impatiently when the car will move and we will lead in turn to the toilet.

   In the car, it was terribly stuffy. There were no Windows in the compartment itself, but the Windows were open in the aisle, so sometimes there was fresh air.

   “And this carriage is only the second time kicked for the transportation of convicts. You can see how new it is. And in this compartment, where You are now, transported a foreign prisoner. Now we’re taking You.”- respectfully told me the guard.

   I looked at him in surprise, not understanding his hint of my importance.

   Suddenly I heard familiar male voice, which fiercely at with other male voice. These voices were near the entrance of the carriage.

   My escort and three other men in camouflage, masks and with machine guns went to the door through which we were led. Camouflage masks before that were in the compartment for the conductors of the car.

   After a while the escort returned and looked at me with interest.

   “Why are we standing so long?”I heard a prisoner’s voice from the next compartment.

   “FSIN delayed shipment. Someone got sent out of prison by mistake today. Here still understand.”the guard replied, looking at me.

   My back went cold, imagining I was about to be taken back to prison. A few hours ago I was taken out of there with a scandal.

   A few minutes later, a major from the FSIN Department approached my compartment. This man a few hours ago in jail gave me a choice – to go to the zone or stay in prison. His face was red and angry. He showed me his eyes to his hands, which held a prison mobile DVR. Then, an irritated voice asked me:

   “Introduce yourself to the camera and name the article on which convicted.»

   I’m sorry complied with the order, calling data and an article on the verdict. I was shaking with fear inside.

   “How long has it been since the court of appeal?”the major asked me again, menacingly.

   «Month. I replied.

   “Do You have with you the decision of the court of appeal? Will you be able to show it on video now?”the major continued.

   “Yes, I can present this decision now.”- I answered and with trembling hands began to look for this definition in the folder with documents.

   Having found, I transferred the document to the major, and he on each leaf of the appeal decision carried out a video camera. Then he gave the document to me and left.

   I sat on a wooden shelf, my hands and knees trembling treacherously.

   A minute later, the angry major reappeared, a white light on the recorder.

   “When did You get this decision? the major growled at me.

   «Long ago. I don’t remember what day. I lied fearfully.

   The major turned and left.

  I was shaking even more. Opening the bag, I got a plate with psychotropic pills that I was given a psychiatrist for another appointment and a full glass of water, swallow one tablet.

   As I listened, but a familiar male voice I never heard. A few minutes later the major appeared. Winked at me and smiling said:

   “Well, the path to freedom is paved? Win You back, relax. Now the convoys will carry boiling water.»

   I burst into tears of relief and a little sadness. I was sure that never in the future would I want to meet the Lieutenant Colonel, who a few minutes ago was furiously trying to return me to prison.

   Paddy nodded and cobbles Kostya, Valya again rubbed against my knee.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Oh, please don’t cry. I promise I won’t bother you.”- assured me dog.

   I wiped the tears away, not wanting to explain to anyone that they were tears of memory. Looking at Kostya’s Mare, I smiled, why she shone back at me.

   “I want, I’ll be your friend, like a brother? I’ll protect you from everyone. You know how I fight? Any Jock can win!”- said the dog Kostya.

   To which I very loudly and began to laugh hysterically. A year later, in prison one kobliha already promised me to wait in the area and to protect from enemies. Here’s another defender there, and the jailer, major Mohammed assured that in my area there is no one to protect.

   Male Kostya-Valya frowned after my laughter.

   “Valya, have you been behaving like a boy since childhood? I asked the Mare.

   “Yes, I all the time as a kid grew up and kids were running everywhere. But the parents had the power to impose how to live girls. I am now 25 years old, and I only live three years, as always dreamed of. My daughter is five years old, her husband brings up. We split up, I pay them alimony. Thief – I like to quietly pull money from the cash register. Year gave, I will serve time, again I will begin to steal.”- boasted about himself to the cobbles.

   “Steal from the cash register and then the cashier out our money for you to report. Stealing would have been big bankers.”- said Uzbek, who was sitting next to me.

   «Good idea. Need to think.”- promised dog.

   At this time the paddy-wagon braked, barking of dogs was heard.

   “Arrived, citizens-condemned. Though, that you had civil rights, you better now forget.”the escort announced.

   After his statement, we were all even more in a bad mood.

   But two Koblov, each convicted persons was so scared.

   In a few minutes, our feet will set foot on the territory of the zone and it is possible that not each of us will be able to get out of the camp hell.

   To transition from prison of a prisoner in the camp, stayed a few seconds and one jump.

   One jump from the paddy wagon to the ground that belongs to the zone.  

   Continued: What color women’s area.

   Excerpt from the minutes of the court of appeal.

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