The path to the stars - страница 16

– 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.