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Prisons and Prisoners. Pain Inside-out. Part 6. End of Story.

Контент 18+ (лексика, описание сцен насилия)
In difficult periods of my life I have always relied on my friends and my hobby to give me focus and direction. So it happened again. A weak wind of change blew when a local TV showed a clip about my amateur music band, where I was honing my skill of playing bass-guitar. I thought that their visit was premature because we didn’t perform … Read the rest

Prisons and Prisoners. The Burden of Choice. Part 3.

Контент 18+
In the time of Stalin in our country you wouldn’t have found a family in which no one was in prison. This was the epoch of awful repression, poverty and crime. In one prison cell you could find a murderer and a scientist, a journalist and a robber, someone who had returned from captivity after a war only to be denounced as a spy sitting next to one who
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Prisons and Prisoners. Grinder. Part 5.

Контент 18+ (лексика, подробные описания сцен насилия, описание тюремной жизни и порядков)

I had many night duties. As Valery explained me, they desperately needed a doctor to cover the 'graveyard' shift. When I was a student I had had similar experience working in emergency stations at night while learning during the days. It was hard, but in the prison, it was even more difficult.

I had never been subjected to
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Soul of the Dog. Just for Fleas. Part 2.

Контент 16+ (лексика, описание событий)
She lived in an old two-room flat on the first floor. She gave me food — mouth-watering porridge with meat, and I, still trembling, from cold and weakness, swallowed it faster than I could have chased a cat up a tree when I was just past being a puppy, and feeling like a real dog. As I was licking the bowl clean, the door opened and
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Soul of the Dog. Dina. Part 4.

Контент 14+ (лексика)
The morning revealed to me the strange rituals of that place. This time Ira woke up first, took me for a short walk in the frosty air and then – inside the house once more – carried me into the bathroom and, to my shock, dumped me unceremoniously into what she called ‘the bathtub’ (“Into the bathtub with YOU, fellow!”) which I saw to my horror was
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