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I was “steamed” in the SIZO already that week in a completely “deaf” case. And now the prosecutor's office, which was leading my case, decided to use the last resort and appointed an investigator to this case, who opened almost all the cases.
- In your case, the investigator changed and he calls you to ...
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(By phone)
- No, Maxim, do not come. Yes, my boy will not come today, but why?
- Well, like that, do not you sit alone at home on Saturday evening. Not good somehow. I'll make you a company, because your dude won't come anyway.
“Listen, it's all over for a long time between us, already ...”
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- No, Maxim, do not come. Yes, my boy will not come today, but why?
- Well, like that, do not you sit alone at home on Saturday evening. Not good somehow. I'll make you a company, because your dude won't come anyway.
“Listen, it's all over for a long time between us, already ...”
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I returned home completely devastated, broken and angry. The war and the four-year captivity did their disastrous cause. Everything was remembered as a nightmare, especially captivity. Eternal hunger, torture, humiliation and hopeless hard work. In short, slavery. "You are slaves, - quite often ...
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This story was told to me by a friend of mine, having been pretty drunk. It happened not so long ago, therefore there is practically no fiction here - too little time passed and the memory remembers everything to the smallest details. As credibility, I begged him for a video tape and ...
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I myself can’t understand how it happened to me, I still can’t forgive and understand myself ...
It was in grade 10, I lived in a boarding school ...
The holidays were approaching, and we were all sent home.
But I very much quarreled with my mother and sister, so I knew that they would not come ...
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It was in grade 10, I lived in a boarding school ...
The holidays were approaching, and we were all sent home.
But I very much quarreled with my mother and sister, so I knew that they would not come ...
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The hostages began to talk quietly. At first, in a whisper, then, seeing that the terrorists were not paying attention, they were a little bolder, some even dared to move, they slowly looked around, looked for their acquaintances.
Two people from the major sat a young couple, or a husband and ...
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Two people from the major sat a young couple, or a husband and ...
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