The path to the stars

Tanya and Sveta came to the party (this is when they are kicked out of the cell or the operative will mix it up) from other cells. They have no confirmation of mental illness. Tanya is under investigation, beat a drunk neighbor to death. Sveta was sentenced to 15 years, stabbed two sleeping friends who abused her. Psychological examination due to the lack of data in the file of mentally ill people found them sane. I found out that these two were in the category of patients who had to visit a psychiatric hospital on their own once a year and undergo inpatient treatment. If such patients did not come to the hospital for a year, they were removed from the register of mental patients, and outpatient records were sent to the archive.

At my (Tanya’s) request, the investigator requested an outpatient card from the archives of the district hospital. After receiving confirmation of her mental illness, she was sent for treatment.

Sveta was sentenced to a real term with serving a sentence in a penal colony due to lack of professionalism or negligence of the investigation and the court. There Sveta will finally go mad and die.

Constant quarrels with these patients strain the psychological atmosphere in the cell. One night Olga attacked Tanya, then began banging her head on the floor. I had to tie her up completely and keep her there until morning. Employees do not pay attention, they ask us to calm them down.

One day at 5 o’clock in the morning, I Wake up from the impact of iron on my bed, open my eyes, and there is a freeze frame. Laughter and grief. Sveta is standing with her hand raised, and in her hand is an iron Cup. She looks at me with fear and guilt. On the other side is Tanya, bent over with her hand raised above her head. Apparently, Light swung to hit the mug, and Tanya wanted to protect herself from the blow. I show them signs to calm down, that I’m tired and I need to sleep, and they calm down. They were friendly to me.

I think, God forbid, there will be a murder in the cell. Usually on the morning Balanda road workers close the roads, and those on duty in the cell Wake up. These sick women should not be left unattended. Tanya is aggressive compared to others.

While in prison, I learned that the criminal world in the Republic is quite organized and even controls some part of the economy. They live very well with the prison administration. Criminals monitor order, Finance landscaping, and the administration allows you to drive the road at night and use phones.

One phone was attached to each camera. I was surprised that the phone was often called by convicted men who were serving their sentences in Russian colonies. Well, what can I say, well done and many thanks to the criminal world that I had the opportunity to communicate with my family. In addition, there is a thieves ' hostel, from which they necessarily supply women for the stage to the colony. Provide for children born in prison. I have seen three cases of women giving birth and being held in prison with children. One of them went to the colony with a child. My dear, I told you about her. Currently, she is doing well, got a job and took her son from the boarding school.

I have been in prison for three months now. The clerk on duty down the hall knocked on the door and peered through the peephole.

– Kama, get ready for the investigation.

«Wait, I’ll get dressed.»

Even in prison, I tried to look after myself, dress appropriately for my status. Besides, I didn’t want to look depressed or broken in front of the investigators. I put on a black wool dress with short sleeves, just below the knees. The collar and lower part of the dress were in a mottled pattern. One of my favorite dresses. It fits my beautiful figure. Wear nylon stockings in light and the ankle boots, the front part of the black husky, middle of the dark purple skin, back also likes leather and black bow. The length of my hair was up to the elbow, so I could afford to make a ponytail with an elastic band and tuck it in like a bump. She picked up a folder of papers and knocked on the door. Prison officers towards me and Ana have always been treated with respect and civility, as we are to them.

«I’m ready.»

The attendant and attendant were waiting for me outside the door. I heard that Anya was also ordered, so I went out of the cell and stood facing the wall, waiting.

«Wait,» the attendant said, and went to the next cell:

«Are you ready?»

– Yes.

Anya comes out of the cell. She’s a little taller than me, built like me. She is wearing a grey wool turtleneck and dark grey classic trousers, pressed into an arrow. Wavy thick hair with a short hairstyle. Thick lashes and brows, eyes with an open slit, a straight nose and neat lips. We said Hello, and I said,

– I have a court tomorrow to consider my complaint about the inaction of the investigation.

– I wrote a complaint to the Prosecutor General’s office. Finally, some action has been taken, if called.

We talked to her as we went along. When they came to the bars of a large corridor, they saw that it was filled with male prisoners. Today was a stage visit to the local colony. When the prison staff saw us, they started shouting at the prisoners:

– Stand aside, face the wall, hands behind your head, sit on the courts.

The middle of the corridor was cleared so that we could pass. Where else can you see such a picture, when beautiful women are walking down a long corridor, and a crowd of convicted criminals squats, opening the way for them. I slowed down a little, I think, let them at least please their eyes, excite their imagination.

On the first floor, all the boxes were occupied, and we were left standing in the General corridor against the wall. At this time, two investigators, a girl and a man, were also in the corridor waiting for the release of the investigative office. Anya and I spoke Russian. Apparently, these two investigators thought that we do not understand the Tuvan language at all. The man, looking at us with interest, said:

– Everyone says that the women of this criminal case are urban, smart and beautiful. Yes, indeed, they are good, and you can not say that the murder was committed.

The young woman’s face turned red at her colleague’s words.

– They don’t have anything to do in the cell, so they’re showing off, they don’t work like me.

The man looked at her in disbelief as she looked at us, then pulled away. The girl’s face is pretty, but her body is running, requires sports exercises, especially in the abdomen. The national trait of the bulk of Tuvan women of my age is a low butt and a full belly. The later generation, especially the young girls of today, are beautiful in everything.

The young investigator Okhemchik wanted to acquaint us with the conclusion of the examination and the Protocol of identification without the presence of lawyers. In conclusion, it was stated that the shape of the skull belongs to the Caucasian race. According to the identification Protocol, the body was identified by the photo of the mother of the victim, according to the last name, tuvinka. Accordingly, we refused to get acquainted without lawyers. It was necessary to protest these documents.

Andrey learned that Pavlova had a Tuvan name, and her appearance was that of a Mongoloid race. She was a drunk with no fixed address. The identification of the photos is illegal. According to these documents, the body belongs to a Russian woman. Pavlova’s mother didn’t recognize the real body. Finally, now they will understand that we are innocent. You need to immediately appeal against these materials, and you can already go home.

Returning to the cell, we hear Tanya’s frantic scream from the far corridor. Anya says:

– Again you have Tanya raging.

In the corridor of the women’s building, her words are heard more clearly.

– I’ll kill you, all of you, in the night!»

I ask the corridor attendant:

– What happened, did they fight?»

– As usual when you’re not in your cell.» This time they went too far.

«Okay, I’m not going in the cell. Bring me an operative or a warden.

After a while, the operative, Nikolayevich, arrives. He is of average height, well-fed, unsympathetic, but quite a sympathetic person, I tell him:

– Nikolayevich, do you want a crime to be committed in the cell?!

«What crime?»

– There are three mentally ill women in the cell. The nerves of others are already at the limit, they will kill each other. At least you can transfer Tanya to another cell.

– You know, the other cells threw her out, the solitary cells are occupied. Tomorrow they will go to the colony, and one of them will be taken away.

At this time, screams were heard from the cell again, and Tanya was the one who screamed the most.

– Until she is transferred, I will not go to the cell, or we will all go on a hunger strike, why only our cell must tolerate sick women in such numbers?!

The cells were divided into categories of crimes. There were only six women’s cells, two of them for particularly serious crimes. Since Tanya has a heavy article, the choice was only in two cells.

We went into the cell together. The women quieted when they saw the operative. Nikolayevich made a stern face and asked:

– What’s going on here, which one of you is the loudest?»

The women silently pointed at Tanya.

«Let’s go talk.»