The investigation went on for almost a year. For all that time, I tried to get prepared for the prison. I knew for sure that the term would be serious, since the medical examination proved that I needed a compulsory medical treatment. My husband explained some rules and orders, how I was supposed to act and etc. There is still a huge difference between the women’s and men’s jails, but I’ve never known anyone, who was in the women’s jail.
Of course, I worried and was scared of jail. Mom and my relatives learned about the trial just the day before it. Mom was literally shocked. She couldn’t believe that her daughter would be judged. About the fact that I use drugs, she learned at the day of the trial. She demanded me to tell the truth, but I couldn’t. The crime buddies were not in the court for sure. My husband was walking near the court building. I was sentenced for one year of imprisonment. The said that I must learn whom to make friends with next time. He didn’t also believe that these drugs were mine, cause the guys we ran the crime business with had such a rich biography.
So, I was pinched in the courtroom. I spent the whole night in the isolator of the police department. Luckily, I was not placed into the cell and stayed in the hallway of the department. I was crying from the fear that I was not already able to change anything. I finally realized that I was going to spend the whole year behind bars. I thought that a year was too much.
While sitting there I met a 40 or 50 year-old drug addict. He seemed to me so creepy. Then he told me: “Look at me, in 15-20 years you will look even worse. There is an only outcome of your life: you will either end up in the gutter, or die from a knife. He said that I needed to stop, while it wasn’t too late. His words angered and offended me deeply. Me becoming so old, ugly and creepy – I said Never! These prophetical words simply passed me by. If only I could have heard him that time…
In the morning I was taken to the prison, and the door to freedom closed behind my back. The prison met me with the terrible stench, the smell of tobacco, mould, sweat and something very disgusting. I’ve never smelled something like that anywhere, only in the jail. Later you get used to it. For the first time it was awful. While walking there, I looked like a spring, curled up and ready to straighten at any moment. Never the less, I looked quite serious and calm, despite the insulting undressing during the searches.
I met one drug addicted woman from our town. She was already experienced and it was her third term already. It turned out that we had common friends and in half of an hour we were already smoking the blunt. There is a small jail in Przhevalsk and only one women’s cell. The contingent was absolutely different. People were sentenced for the economic crimes, some people were far from the criminal world, people, who didn’t like that we were smoking, for example. I’ve heard that you shouldn’t allow someone to touch or pick on you and started a fight. There was such a mess and I was placed to the black hole for 5 days.
In a while I got used to everything and understood that you can live in a jail, but talk less and watch your actions. Just for fun and sort of entertainment girls wrote notes to the men’s cells. The love stories happened from time to time. It’s easier to exist there with love. They support each other with clothes, products and cigarettes. Before the trial only one package of 5 kilos is allowed. From one cell to another you can pass anything up to drugs with a help of police and convoy people, who were left to work in the jail after the trial. Sometimes they are also called as the local bandits, the lowest cast actually, but it’s still hard to exist without them. Anyways, how hard the life is behind bars, the human being can survive anywhere.
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