Falling From the Stairs
The journey did not take too long. Just within a few hours the Stolypin train arrived at the Mikun station, where an old seasoned autozak and a company off the special security guards were already waiting for me personally. What an honor... More hours of the local ever bumping roads began. The road to the female correctional facility was not long, but the security somehow made circles, apparently, waiting for somebody. Nobody wanted to speak to me and, therefore, the entire procedure was performed in absolute silence. The common cell rooms, generally, were visited by few prisoners, and that is why they could not say much about them. Out of the violent stories that I had heard during the transportation and transit station, I remembered the image of something rather
