The path to the stars

I have a court again, on illegal actions of the investigation, about the lack of familiarity with the decision on the appointment of repeated examinations. Thus, they deprived me of the opportunity to put additional questions to the expert on conducting the assigned re-examination.

I’m sitting in a cell in the basement of the court. I’m wearing a thin black wool turtleneck, a flared skirt of light gray light just below the knees, and black long boots.

From the cell where I’m sitting, I can see the clock in the courtroom. The clock shows 5 minutes to 10. At this time, the phone rang in the office, I realized that they were calling me. The employee listened to the call and turned to me:

«Kama, let’s go out.»

I go up the stairs of the court to the second floor, to the office of judge Kungaa (last name changed). One of my hands is in handcuffs, the other part of the handcuff is put on the arm of the court escort. There are enough people in the hallways who stare at me in amazement. My appearance didn’t match the handcuffs on my hands. In the office, the judge turned to the escort.

«Remove the handcuffs.»

After the announcement of the positive decision of the court the judge suddenly turned to me with an informal question:

– I’m interested in your place of birth, a very rare name, like mine. Who lived there?

– This is my paternal grandfather’s land.

He looked at me intently and said:

– I’m sorry for you, you got involved with the wrong people at the wrong time.

In these words, I found the answer to my questions. So, I thought correctly, behind Kostyuk there is a customer, even it is terrible to pronounce this word. I need to talk to Anya after the funeral. I didn’t want to believe it was a contract. Maybe I misunderstood the judge’s words.

The cell was quieter, and the dwarf woman, like Sveta, was quieter. Today we need to go to bed early so that tomorrow we can fully deal with the sentences that have accumulated over the past few days. When receiving sentences from convicts, I marked the deadline for filing a complaint in the calendar, so I could afford to rest today.

In the morning, with the arrival of Breakfast, I was ordered with things, which meant that I was ordered to the stage. I was surprised, but my thoughts worked quickly and smoothly. For some reason, I immediately thought that they wanted to take me illegally out of prison, where? I turned to my cellmates:

– Today’s stage, which district?

«To Kaa-Khem,» I was told. According to the Criminal procedure code, there is a territoriality of investigative actions. The criminal case on our charge did not relate to the Kaa-Khem district. I urgently began to write a complaint to the warden that the territoriality of investigative actions is violated, which means that they want to take me out of the borders to force me to turn myself in. If the prison administration gives permission for my removal, it will be a violation of the law. I refused to leave the cell and asked the administration to protect me from illegal actions of the investigation. After I wrote my complaint, I knocked on the door and handed the paper to the hall attendant. Then she put on a tracksuit and sneakers and waited for further action. At this time, there was a knock on our wall from the next cell, where Anya was being held. The cellmate from the upper tier of the bed, opening the window, asked:

– What was that?»

«Call Kama.»

Anya was calling me. I climbed up to the second level and spoke.

– Don’t go anywhere, they want to get a turnout.

– I’ve already figured that out. I don’t want to believe what’s happening, an.

– Nevertheless, it happens.

– We’ll have to talk tonight.»

– Well. Try not to leave the cell, – she repeated.

The other day, women told how in the IVS of this district, a woman committed suicide and hanged herself. When her relatives took her from the morgue, the deceased had signs of beating on her body, and deep wounds from handcuffs on her hands. They must have hung her from the radiator in handcuffs. This method of extracting evidence has become a natural method for applying to accused men. I have repeatedly heard about them from male prisoners. Perhaps that’s why I quickly figured it out and wrote a complaint. I heard the phone ring in the corridor, the attendant picked up the phone, spoke, and went to the camera. Opening the peephole, he asked:

– Do you really refuse to leave your cell?»

«Yes, I wrote about it in the complaint,» I said.

After a while, the door to the cell opened and a female guard came in. She looked around at everyone, made a remark to someone, and then looked at me and said:

– Let’s go and talk.»

She was of medium height, medium build, and well-groomed. The women prisoners were afraid of her, she could yell at them, even hit them, but there was a good man behind it all. None of the women went to the colony with violations, she herself brought me and Ana the women’s sentences so that we could write complaints. There were even times when the three of us, Anya, and I, stayed in the box to talk. Anya and I gave her recommendations about a particular woman who could be left to do household chores in prison.

I couldn’t help but believe her. She was aware of all our Affairs and pitied us. On the way, I told them about the investigation’s actions over the past two days.

– The chief of operations told me to bring you in.» It’s a good thing he’s on duty today, because he’s the one who refused to let them take you out. You tell him the circumstances.

We went up to the second floor of the administrative building. The security guard took me to the office and left.

At the table sat a thick-set man, apparently tall, with white, neatly cropped hair. He smelled of expensive port and good cigarettes. I like that smell, like your smell.

– Sit down. Do you understand that you do not have the right to refuse to stage? Employees have the right to forcibly remove you from the cell.

I’m silent, I think, let him speak out, show that he is the owner here. He liked my silence, and we seemed to understand each other.

– I’m aware of your case. The investigation sometimes oversteps its capabilities, all this should be monitored so that they observe order here. I hope they’ll figure it out in time. How is your husband Alexander?

I didn’t expect this question, he knows you.

– He had a stroke after I was arrested. Now here it is.

I told him about the investigation. At this point we parted, and I promised him that I would certainly contact him if anything happened. I didn’t even ask him how he knew you. If he doesn’t say it, then it’s the right thing to do. I didn’t see him again, because he went on a well-deserved vacation three months later. After all, there are good people in this system.

Usually on Monday, the prison stages in several directions. Andrey and Valera were aware that they tried to take me to the IVS of the Kaa-Khem district on Saturday. On Monday, they and Anya were ordered to the stage. It was not known whether we were going to the IVS of the city or somewhere else, that is, according to the law, we could only be taken to the IVS of the city. So they did nothing, just waited for further action. For unknown reasons, they were not taken out of the cell. Later, we learned from the prisoners that they wanted to take Andrey to the IVS of the Barum district, Valera to Shagonar, and Anya to the city IVS. They encouraged the prisoners to put physical pressure on Andrey and Valera.

The application for phasing comes in a few days, perhaps my complaint and the actions of the head of the operational part of the prison stopped the lawlessness of the investigators.

SVETA

On Sunday, a General meeting was held in the cell about Sveta’s behavior.

Sveta was 5 years older than me. Her face shows that in her youth she was a beautiful woman, slightly above average height, moderately well-fed. She has a lot of fans in prison by correspondence, she actively conducted correspondence. Sveta received gifts with sweets, which she gave to her cellmates, and she was provided with paper and a pen.

I was never interested in who corresponded with whom, what they corresponded about, I was far from it. My occupation is my and other people’s papers, courts. I tried to read a book to relieve my brain. From hand washing clothes, I immediately got calluses, so Sveta helped me with the washing.

So, cellmates opened her Mulk (as the letter is called) to a young guy. One of the cellmates began to read aloud the contents of the letter in Tuvan. I understood from some words that it was a sexual letter, with a detailed description of svetkina’s Masturbation under the blanket, in the toilet. She also described her desire to give him a Blowjob.

I see that the cellmates are listening, silent, probably each in their thoughts lusting for their men. This is the nature of the human body. After the end of the letter, Sveta’s condemnation began, and each expressed her own opinion:

– You’re a grown woman, how can you write that?» This man is reading your letters in full view of the camera. What will they think of our camera?

– We should forbid her to correspond.