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There were cases, when I was on the edge to be imprisoned again, but a keeper seemed to guard me all the time. As it usually happens the trouble came from nowhere. One familiar gambler¹ of my husband went to work at the Issyk-Kul, after buying a new Lada,  and we decided to ride with them, just to relax. My husband, of course, had a sort of money interest - he was, let’s say, in the role of the independent viewer, who watched the game, whether all the rules were obeyed etc. He never participated, cause watching was a kind of his hobby and passion.  "You find out the best of people" – this is what he always said.

So, on our way back, we were stopped by two cars. I was calm, cause we had nothing to hide. We went to rest, therefore took the purest morphine, and we injected the last dose just before going home. We were brought to the police department. For the whole day, I stayed in the office without knowing what’s gonna happen next. No one talked to me or asked something. I thought of going home soon. I got really sick in the evening. It was getting dark and I was really nervous already. Suddenly, without explaining anything, I was taken somewhere and locked. It was an end. The small camera for 2 meters, a meter and a half for the ceiling, the dirty camisole in the corner and scaring semidarkness. I was literally in stupor, I didn’t want to go there, but I was pushed in. 

Until the morning, I couldn’t close my eyes. I needed a huge dose already, I was getting really sick, I was reeling and couldn’t move. Early in the morning, once again I was taken to the department. There I learned that during the search of the car, 50 grams of pure dry morphine were found. Our gamblers took more consignment for the game, and were not even aware of that. They didn’t inject, and only me and my husband did. Nevertheless, these people had a rich biography: 5-7 previous convictions, they have gone through the "special" ², one has been exposed to execution, so basically they were trots.They were searched all over the Issyk-Kul, but cops had nothing concrete for them to be detained, so they caught and questioned them, and we in turn were deatined for doing nothing. Of course, they made inquires about us as well, whether we were clean and had any fails. 

Day 3. I cannot even say what was happening with me at that time. I lost my consciousness, heard voices, they called the ambulance couple of times for me. I was running out of patience. Basically the cops treated me well. I ate in the café, and cops were not rude at all. I was ready for everything in order to get injected.

Day four. They told me: "We let those two go, since they have nothing, and regarding you, the presence of the morphine in your body will confirm any expertise.” A that time, one injection was already enough to be jailed, and 50 grams of morphine - it was already a big consignment. They can let me go, but my husband will be sentenced from five to seven years of imprisonment. I loved him. I thought that I would be given around a year or two, he would visit me and definitely wait for me. I wasn’t sure for myself that I would wait for him. I took the guilt upon myself. They wrote all the evidence and, when the head of the police department called me, he asked me to refuse from my evidence. They didn’t need me or perhaps simply spared me. Well, I took that decision. When my partners were told that I took the guilt upon myself and they can go home, my husband almost killed me for, what I haddone.

The cops were indeed noble at that time. Again, I was taken to the head of the department, they gave me an injection and I was released on my own custody. The head of the department, an elderly man in a big rank criticized me for dealing with someone bad, that I broke my life and my husband didn’t need me and used me for his own purposes. It was he, who had no idea that I was so much in shit. When I took this decision, it used to be a valid argument for me that time. My partners didn’t not know all the details of what I was doing, but they could picture why the police was concerned about us, and I was really scared of that. 

Silently and hating each other we rushed home. In 3 hours we passed 700 kilometers. I was scared what was going to happen next. However, I will talk about this in my next post.