Prison «Crosses». April 24, 1999 – April 6, 2000

Leon Malin

InВ St. Petersburg there is the famous prison Kresty. The main character spends almost exactly aВ year there. How toВ get toВ the Crosses, how they live, what they feed, where they sleep, how they wash themselves, this book tells. InВ the end, the author gives advice on how toВ behave inВ Prison. How toВ stay alive. How toВ maximize your health. How toВ bring freedom closer.

Prison "Crosses"

April 24, 1999 – April 6, 2000

Leon Malin

© Leon Malin, 2017

ISBNВ 978-5-4490-0730-8

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Arrest,В IVS

IВ was arrested on April 24, 1999. It was inВ the morning, but not early, but closer toВ noon. IВ wrapped around the corner ofВ the house, as IВ saw two young men walking slowly. Why did IВ pay attention toВ them? IВ do not know. Maybe because they were dressed as something poor, not inВ aВ modern way. IВ overtook them, opened the door toВ the entrance with the key. The guys followed. Climbing one flight ofВ stairs, IВ noticed that they did not close the door behind them.

“The intercom was put on purpose to shut the door to the porch,” I tell them.

“And there are still people going,” they replied.

And indeed, two more ran into the entrance. I was pressed to the wall. And handcuffed. Five of us, a group, we left the entrance and headed for the car. It was “Moskvich”, where we hardly squeezed. I was put in the center in the back seat.

IВ was stunned and did not understand anything. Who is it? Police, bandits or whatever.

“Who are you, from the organs?” – I turned to their eldest.

– Yes.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Am I arrested?” Are you sure you took that person? You did not even ask for documents. I have my passport with me.

– Come here.

So my life was divided into two parts: “Before the prison” and “After the prison.”

We arrived on the street Tchaikovsky, house 30 (the city of St. Petersburg). At the entrance to the princely mansion there was a sign: “RUBOP”, the department for combating organized crime. And inside there were people in camouflage with machine guns. Of course, these were the so-called “dashing nineties” years. We went up to the third floor and walked along the corridor. Along the whole wall were mounted iron rings, which, fastened with handcuffs, were people, bandits. I was also chained to one of these rings. And so I stood for hours. Interrogations began closer to the night.

After interrogations, already late at night, IВ was searched. They took off their glasses, watch, belt, shoe laces. Leaving me only aВ pack ofВ cigarettes. And they led the yards toВ the IVS, toВ the temporary detention center. OfВ course, IВ looked pitiful. Boots fall from the legs, the hand supports the pants, the second is the fetter with the escort. And even inВ the dark you need toВ see without glasses, so as not toВ stumble over anything.

IVS is located on the top two floors ofВ the house on Zakharevskaya street, former Kaliayev. From the window ofВ my camera (looking ahead), IВ could see the Great House. Perhaps it was like Warning and Edification.

The escorts hand over me toВ the local administration. Again aВ search, aВ shmona. IВ lose half the cigarettes inВ aВ pack. Then the fingerprinting. And the camera.

A dull light burns in the cell. On the walls there are four wooden wide benches, such as beds. Two of them are busy, they are sleeping there. I lay down for free. Well, you can probably collect your thoughts. And thoughts are not at all fun. The charges are brought against a particularly heavy article. From 7 to 15. Seven years in prison? So much I can not stand. It’s better to finish everything in one fell swoop, right here, now. I have a scarf, tighten it around my neck tighter. There is no way back, life is over.

InВ the morning, cellmates wake up and talk toВ each other. Young guys, speak Russian, but half the words IВ do not understand. This is criminal slang, slang. Th