My business was dangerous and risky enough, but brought good money, and it was hard to abandon from them. Time went by, and it was harder to find drugs, however we couldn’t stop already. This is a nature of any human being: you seem to have everything, but it’s still not enough. We are no exception to this.
For around 5 years, we managed to stay in the shadow, no one had an idea about the source of our income. We never tried to show off or something, we didn’t waste money either, but there were situations, when we were on the verge of fail, and “shagged” meant that life was over - 15 years of colony or execution.
Once, we sold the forest for a furniture factory. Some part wasn’t paid off yet. I was heading to that place with my driver. We never talked a lot at the deals like that. We quickly handed the pack with money, while passing by in stores, and then escaped. So we met not far from the factory, and I hardly sit into the car, when saw how two guys detained the guy who passed money to me. Luckily, I had an experienced driver, and we managed to escape. However, they noticed us and started following in the end.
The city was greener that time and we stopped at the first street under one of the trees. I took off my clothes, took the dress off and hid money into the underwear. They stopped next to us. I was almost naked and covered my dress over. They took the driver out and asked me to put the clothes on. While putting in on, I said that I didn’t need my underwear and put the handkerchief into the pocket, like it was panties. They frisked the car out. They didn’t even know what they were looking for, since they looked through all the documents and papers in the car. They let the driver go pretty fast. I said that I picked him on the way. We usually discussed these nuances before. They didn’t start searching once again. That time cops were decent and didn’t check the panties, which is quite common right now, regardless the age and the position. They never hit women before. Of course, someone could get a slap, but only when she really deserved it acting rude or arrogant, therefore I always talked to them intelligently and respectfully.
I was released by the evening, but the guy I met with was detained. I don’t know his name. As a rule, we never know the addresses or real names of each other. Ask no questions and be told no lies. Cops already had a similar case on him. I accidentally was drawn into it, but luckily managed to get off. It’s also good that my husband was competent in all these legal questions. We often discussed the situations of possible fails, what we were supposed to tell and what to do. He always taught me his favorite rule: “If you’re lost and don’t know what to say, keep silent instead of justifying yourself. Their job is to prove that you are guilty. Never improvise.They can catch you on small details. Tell the truth and avoid too much talking.” I’ve already told that he was smart and his criminal science often saved me. That day it happened for the first time. I was exhausted. I was so shocked and couldn’t speak for a while, as couldn’t explain what happened to me. The fear to die in jail was so strong that even opium didn’t help me. That night, I injected every hour, did stupid things and stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t do anything for around a month, and moreover talk about business. I couldn’t relax until that person along with 7 others was sentenced for the similar crimes. There were no executions, but all of them were sentenced to 15 years in prison.
At hat moment I thought: “Enough. I’m not starting it over again.” However time and head, blurred by the drugs, did their job. I just kept hearing that if we run out of reserves, we wouldn’t be able to buy more. There was no money to buy drugs, cause we needed the opening capital. I didn’t learn this lesson and stayed in the criminal business. I had a chance to stop injecting. Perhaps my biography wouldn’t be ruined if I took it.
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