
I was waiting for this day. Of course, after my refusal to cooperate with the guard, it would be amazing if they left it without consequences. You can reproach our power in many ways: they do not know how to competently manage, they do not know how to provide citizens with proper infrastructure for relatively comfortable residence, do not know how to stop the infinite theft of those tax revenues that our citizens pay for the maintenance of infrastructure and those institutions without which the existence of the state is unthinkable. But one cannot refuse in one - our power can take revenge and does it with undisguised pleasure.
Already a couple of days after the visit of the Gabeshniks to my work and their clumsy attempt to recruit, we met with them again. On Friday evening, on June 6, our dependents were already joyfully smoking at me on Manezhnaya, as if I had been invited to drink a beer after a difficult working week. "Maybe the guys had a conscience?" - Naive hope flashed through my head after not a single policeman moved when I got up in a single picket with a poster, urging citizens to protest all the stronger dictatorship. Hopes were not destined to come true. A few minutes after my single picket changed another single picketer, my leisurely conversation with one of the friends was interrupted by the policeman’s message that my inscription on the T -shirt “Freedom is political prisoner!” It coincides in the subject with the inscription on the poster standing in a single picket. Without denying this, I reminded him of the law on single pickets and that I have the right to be on the street with this inscription 50 meters from the picket. "So normal?" - I asked, moving away, for fidelity, 80 meters from the picketer, and received an affirmative response from the law enforcement officer. The “triumph of the law” was not destined to last more than a few minutes-already after so much in my hand, as if in the hand of a killer maniac, a young policeman clutched. My request to introduce myself and inform the reason for the detention caused a stupid smirk in it: “In the car, everyone will tell you!” -He retired with some kind of sadistic pleasure, who did not promise me anything good. Nevertheless, there was nothing left of how to go with him to find out what they were going to tell me about the same car carrier. Unfortunately, these naive hopes were not destined to be fulfilled - having received an impressive impetus in the back in the doorway of the car cage, looking around, I saw only a slamming door and hastily departing “representatives of power” ...
So I ended up in the company of other activists in the Arbat police department. The process of drawing up the protocols went on its usual turn, we all made out 20.2 - “Violation of the rules for holding rallies and demonstrations”, when suddenly a girl with a telephone at the ear flew up to the one who drawn up my protocol. "Do not decorate Kuznetsov, I myself!" - In some confusion, she threw 20.2 to the employee who issued me - the omnipotent “telephone arbitrators” knew better than the policeman who detained me, as I behaved at the same time detention.
The Tver Court, to which I was taken after a “bright” night to the police department (heartfelt thanks to all my friends that they did not leave me even when I was already sticking out in a single monkey cage), did not understand the intricacies of the case, stamping the “desired” “telephone arbitrators” and sent me for 7 days to special recreation No. 2, which was hidden among dull promzons Mnevniki on the street.
The “duty” requirement to pump fingers to the police department, a cheerful and confident refusal, the “duty” requirement to pump fingers in a special receiver, another no less cheerful refusal, and here I, without laces, telephone, but with cigarettes poured from a pack and hidden in my pocket with a “syco” phone on the threshold of a “chic three -seater camera No. 2.
Guys, who has not yet passed this procedure! I decided to write this post for you in order to reveal the picture of what is happening, because it is ignorance that is more inclined to give birth to fear, and give you some modest tips so that if you suddenly be an honor to be there, your conclusion has passed with the greatest comfort and with the lowest hassle personally for you.
On the requirement to “skip fingers” is a refusal. Self -confidence, cheerful disposition and lack of aggression will add authority and sympathy for both police officers and among cellmates.
With you, they will begin to draw up an act with a list of confiscated things that are destined for the duration of your conclusion in the storage room. Confidently, but without aggression, insist on leaving you those things that are not directly prohibited from pronouncing into the camera. They need your signature on the act of seizure, and both parties are interested in fully completing this procedure without unnecessary scandals, here the police are also nervous for the policemen. Feel free to take out the SIM card from the phone, with you it will be more reliable, pour cigarettes from the pack, if there is nowhere to put them, the police themselves will give you some bag. Knowing the features of our regime, it is better to immediately come to stocks fully armed, because the absence of some things is there, “from which we don’t have it,” can seriously spoil you the upcoming rest. So, personally, I took care of the tablets I needed in advance and without any problems I agreed with the police that I put some of them to the storage chamber so that every morning they would not have health problems, which, due to many bureaucratic formalities, can seriously complicate the usual artless course of service. Food, plastic comb, chewing gum (as long as there is no toothpaste and brush), if there is, then even the radio receiver can rightfully (when some of their requirements for packages) remain with you.
The next important point is the choice of a mattress. You will be brought to the warehouse room, where rolled mattresses are. Believe me, lying on a hard shkok is little pleasure, and therefore, in spite of any requirements to hurry, feel free to choose the thickest and most poorly assured mattress, even if you have to be pulled out of the bottom from under other mattresses. Later you will not regret it, looking at the “suffering” of other, less reasonable cellmates in this regard))
Entering the camera, hold on confidently, wish everyone a good evening/day. Give part of the things to the “common fund”, but so that you do not remain without cigarettes and the most important things for you. Take a free shock away from the pair and preferably not combined into a “double place” along with another shk.
Your behavior should inspire confidence, but do not try to “jump out of your pants” and look more brutally than you really are, this can cause antipathy and conflicts. So, I found two strong cellmates-forgery pushing and swinging the press. Think before following their example. Excessive loads, especially in warm times, give birth to sweat, it gives rise to a smell, and the possibilities of full hygiene are greatly limited by the roar. In addition, due to not better nutrition, such loads can greatly increase the feeling of hunger.
Do not start the first to start communication. Lie on the shkok, watch the camera, with me that they even acted repeatedly in the criminal. This is not shameful, but it will allow you to know about what to expect from a particular subject. The time in the chamber moves slowly, there are few entertainment, and most likely, very soon they themselves will talk to you.
When they lead to the dining room, take an empty plastic bottle with you - by transferring it to the window for distribution of food, you will provide yourself with boiling water, which is useful for tea or for breeding dry products, if any. In the chamber, the bottle should be wrapped in some fabric, so the water will remain hot longer. It is also worth taking, if any, perishable products, such as sausage or cheese, there is a refrigerator in the kitchen, and you have every right to it. Look if the cellmates took a mug with sugar. If not, take a mug on the table in front of the window for distributing food and ask the sugar distributors. As a rule, he is, they will save with him, but here on your side are all cellmates. Relations with food distributors - Balanders - are better to build right away, it will come in handy. Spearry, joke, if you go to the topic, thank you after eating. In my case, it worked, the rappers sat nearby and began communication, learning that I was political, told a mass of backs about the administrative Nemtsov and Navalny, about what uncertain citizens came here. Later, these comrades in misfortune, in fact, the same convicts, each meal went out to “chat”, accompanying this with a proposal for additives to a meager prison diet.
The topic "Crimean" is better not to develop. Personally, when this topic arose in communication with other prisoners, I was finished by saying that what was happening in Ukraine does not concern me, I am more concerned about the state of affairs in my own country. Most suited such an answer, the same who was eager to expose the Gosdepovsky hire in me were simply ridiculed.
It is possible that eating will intersect with a meal of another chamber. Your food from the refrigerator should be offered only to your cellmates, unless, of course, your friend or acquaintance does not “chat” in the next cell)) some pi ... Delicious colesel from the neighboring chamber, stating that their camera is boiler, the common fund of the entire specialist and all transfers should be retreated to them “rightfully”. Of course, to decide, of course, but the special receiver is not a zone or a prison, so I personally ignored such “tackles”, joining on this subject several “leading” issues.
After eating, I will touch on a delicate topic of emptying on the spot that is so unusual for this ordinary city resident) When he “bursts” in a big way, so as not to embarrass yourself and the rest with this “process”, just cut the water in the sleeve-this old prison reception is designed to facilitate the “suffering” of you and the cellmates about this.
In general, that's all. I will only say separately that the “royal” programs of real friends, as well as remarkable literature made my life in a special specialist truly just “a strict regime”, and time, at first barely crawling and mocking my hungry consciousness, incredibly realistic erotic fantasies, flew with books in an instant of the eye.