Prison people. Father

Camp as a personal choice
Exactly 10 years ago, on October 25, 2003, Mikhail Khodorkovsky was detained at the Novosibirsk airport. From then on his stages and prisons began

He worked as a quarantine foreman. Quarantine is a separate barracks where all new arrivals are placed for one or two weeks to identify infectious patients and clarify the "human essence". Then there is the distribution of units, taking into account these circumstances. Yes, and life in the detachment can develop one way or another according to the results of quarantine "smotrin". So they put serious elders here. However, there is also a “red quarantine”, but this is a topic for a separate discussion and, apparently, it is better to immediately contact the investigative team. Luckily, I didn't have that experience.
Konstantin - he introduced himself to me. An old man by local standards, well over 40, dense, with a calm look of almost black eyes. They shook hands. It's boring in quarantine. They bring mainly young people. We gradually got into a conversation.
Konstantin is a driver, but all his life he was engaged in sheep. He worked at the flocks of the local state farm. State flocks - nine thousand heads. Sold offspring to the side. When they "caught" - he admitted everything. Counted one million rubles of damage. Offered to return - refused. They gave me nine years. He had already served six and was soon going to parole.
They said they'll let go.
- Was it worth it? I ask.
"Of course," he doesn't hesitate for a second. - Now my daughter is studying in St. Petersburg. An excellent pupil. Where else would she be? For uranium? To a processing plant? Well, I do not! My wife and I are happy for her. „

- Was it worth it? I ask.

"Of course," he doesn't hesitate for a second. - Now my daughter is studying in St. Petersburg. An excellent pupil. Where else would she be? For uranium?

" - What will you do?
“They will hire me as a driver again, they promised. They know: I will not touch someone else's, now everything is private, there are owners - ours, local ones. Stealing from your own people is the last thing.
- And in St. Petersburg, to his daughter?
Where are my wife and I? There is no such money, and it's too late ...
We sit and drink tea. Two no longer very young men who voluntarily went to prison. They are waiting for us at home, but we are here, and this is our decision. Right or wrong, who knows? I'm definitely not his judge...

photo: Vasily Popov