Apprehensions
I had no idea how the zone would welcome me, who would be encountered inside that notorious barrack, where even weathered prisoners were afraid of getting to. The past was still behind by back, holding a well sharpened axe above my head. The plea deal with the investigation was always on the horizon, like a red cloth for a furious bull. Nobody cared that it had been cancelled long before, and its terms had not been fulfilled. Tortures, torments and mockery do not justify the evidence against innocent people. I often saw the threats repeatedly voiced by the investigator of the Russian Federal security Service: “Now you are going to prison, we have enough evidence against you. How you will serve your sentence depends on you only. Either it will be comfortable life with frequen
