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When I wasn’t already injected for free, I realized that I needed the monthly salary of an average worker, so I can keep my doze. I never had this money and could quite already. You see, I got hooked on it. My life has lost its meaning without drugs. Indeed, it’s very important, cause I enjoyed this state – the perfect mood and artificial happiness.

“Kind people”, who put me on drugs, unobtrusively started to advice various types of earning money. Obviously, it was related with criminal. They introduced me people, who needed a young girl, full of energy for their machinations. Of course, they knew my life views, therefore, I was not offered to steal or something like that. Usually it was something like cheating or buying and reselling something.

That time everything was in deficit: clothes, products, furniture, electrical goods. Stores were empty, the business was run behind the cash desk with overpayment. For example, the guy enters the store with radio goods and says that he managed to get, a spare part for “transistor” for instance, and it’s really expensive. He offers the seller to buy it, since it’s in deficit. As a rule, not knowing the price of a good, the seller refuses to buy, when all of a sudden a young girl appears with a promise to pay 50 percent over. She doesn’t have money with her, therefore she begs the guy to wait, cause she needs to get it first. The guy with a spare part is in a hurry, therefore he cannot promise anything. Finally, the seller gets into conversation and takes this spare part (which doesn’t even worth a penny) for the price, offered by the guy, and waits for the girl to come and buy it for a higher price.

This is just one of the machinations. There was an opportunity to earn money with professional pickpockets – like getting the purse right after it was stolen and leave the transport. I had a lot of offers like that. I couldn’t do it due to my moral convictions. I imagined that it was long-expected salary of a young girl, who now cries at home and goes crazy because of this unfairness. I couldn’t get money that caused people to suffer. I always treated people with kindness and sympathy.

For two or three months I was subjected to various temptations, how to get money etc., but they kept on injecting me, although sometimes there was nothing to inject me with, when I came. I was trapped… driven into the corner.

It was common to tell: “what belongs to the state, belongs to the society.” This misunderstanding caused me stepping on the wrong path. In these cases, people paid nerves, not cash. Finally, everything was written off, and our partners were people, who earlier falsified documents. There were around three or four people, who were checked 100 times and no one from outside was ever told about business. If we were caught, the term would be no less than execution. I felt really uncomfortable for the first time, but money and drugs were prevailing over this. The doze increased, my mind was absolutely blurred and I didn’t get what I was doing.

The only thing that brought happiness to my life was opium. It relieved the feeling of guilt and nervous tension. When I came home, I injected and relaxed with my friends or husband. He knew that I’ve never asked for flowers, gifts, diamonds or something like that. He knew that opium would make me happy and will give him some attention. No, addicts are not indifferent to sex. We loved sex and were pretty good in it, but due to the nervous breakdowns frequently postponed it. Especially me, cause he never had risky situations, except for the cases, when he went to get opium. That time, I became more nervous. I lost my temper and screamed all the time.

I grew rich so fast, became independent, but nothing made me happy in life: neither gold, not clothes. I could buy houses, cars, but it was impossible, cause we would straightly get under the control of police and Department to combat the theft of socialist property and had to provide the report up to pennies. It was even dangerous to go home by taxi, cause neighbors could “spy” on you and questions like “What is your source of income?” or something like that would appear. I paid one guy a monthly salary per day for driving, and his car was always next to my house. We kept a lot of money in bags, but I didn’t want all this…