gathered spirit and began to speak, carefully recalling the words learned. I asked him to be here my patron and protector, my teacher and confessor. She told me that it was hard for me here - alone and in a foreign land. She asked me to be my servant, saying that I would gratefully obey him. She repeated that she loved her entire family as her only relatives and could not think of any other life besides this one. She said that I have not had a father for a long time, and asked him to become one here. He stopped the servants with a gesture and listened attentively, lifting his head and not looking at me. When I was silent, he gave me a condescending look, putting a hand on my blond, prudently flowing hair. Lifting my chin, I studied the tear-stained face and told me to get up. I looked down at him, being a little taller. I prayed to myself so that I could do it. He nodded and walked around to the office.

I was dragged to my place and locked up again. In the evening, the pissed Shakir burst in and, calling himself indecently, rudely took me, again forcing me to play obscene homosexual games. He scoffed as the last time, pulling the wet member from my ass and forcing him to lick him. Bending my head and holding me, I forced him to swallow his outgoing sperm while I fucked him with a strap-on. Choking, I hurriedly licked his piercing penis, vengefully hoping that it was not without reason that he was so maligned and my enterprise was crowned with success. Leaving, I squeaked that we would meet again and see if my father would help me.

By the evening of the next day I was brought to the old master. I trampled at the door while he, in the local long robes, showed indifference and looked at the monitor. The cherished computer was inaccessible to me, a powerless slave. He was my goal in the matter of his own liberation. This is what I have to achieve, seeking the protection of the old bastard. Finally, the head of the family turned his gaze on me. What am I missing? - was his question in English. I am watered, fed, clothed, given shelter - can I still want something ?! And really, what? Freedom, peace, personal desires, security, apparently, were not included in the list of women's aspirations in this family. I didn’t know if he would be angry about my returning home, but I decided to try. “Send me to Russia, to my mother, she longs for me ...” I began, but a displeased look was the answer. Salman-aga recalled that yesterday my greatest desire was to serve him and get used to local life.

I lowered my eyes, squinting with all my strength so that the tears that were ready to pour out stopped. I have cried so much in the last month, and stupid tears have not all ended, naively hoping that they sympathize with them. My last dreams were crushed by this arrogant old man, sitting at an expensive technique and talking to me like an empty place. “I thought that you didn’t need it and I already had enough of it ... Yes, and Omar left ... I miss him ... He probably is waiting for me there ...” I mumbled, still counting on a miracle. The old man stared at the screen and seemed not to listen to me. “Omar entrusted you to us, to his family,” Salman-aga spoke slowly, still not looking at me. - He hopes for your prudence, obedience. Disobedience is not welcome here. Dissatisfied with uncovered head is taken to the city market, or to the outskirts, or to nearby villages, where the people are simpler and not used to the capital's liberties, and are left there. How long will there be a woman who does not comply with the laws of decency? Transparent hint can not pick up. I clenched my fists helplessly, unable to adequately respond to the old hypocrite. His defense was ghostly. Minutes flowed, and I silently swallowed tears, not daring to continue.

Having taken herself in hand, she brushed away the tears and fell on her knees: - Forgive me ... This is all my youth ... stupidity.I didn't want to look ungrateful. I appreciate everything you have done for me ... I really want to be your servant ... To be near you ... to learn from you ... The old tyrant looked at me with a sneer: - What do you want to learn? I enthusiastically started with the language, adding that Omar talked a lot about his educated father, his library, his extensive knowledge, and so on ... - More requests there? Do not say about the violence of his offspring? Probably not, I am sure, they will blame me for this - in this family of women’s fault in everything. - Bilingual dictionary, I want to quickly understand you! He nodded quite and, letting go, asked: “Have you been well cared for while I was away?” I paused, pondering the answer: “Omar's brothers often visited me ... every day ... He let me go with a nod of his head. I returned to my closet and for the first time in the last month I slept alone, though not calmly.

For several days now a language teacher has been coming to me, after which I study myself. I sit in a large library with a mass of books in different languages. I am addicted to reading, although not in Russian - there are no such books. Having once checked my progress and having listened to the report of a teacher - a former Russian student, the owner often makes him read and corrects me. I try to talk to him, and he patiently answers me. He points to a place near his legs, and I, sitting on my knees on a soft carpet, diligently, as in school, I take out a difficult ligature. He strokes my head and searches my blond hair, which is not hidden under my headscarf. In this position, we are often caught by servants and domestic, gossiping later. My situation improved somewhat: the servants stopped looking disgusted at me, and the perverts-sons left alone, apparently, having received an unequivocal order. I calmed down a bit and stopped expecting greasy moles every day: as you can see, the servants are right, the owner is indifferent to women.

I have advanced in language, I have short conversations with Salman-aha. I rewrite texts, mastering a difficult ligature. The man reservedly praises me, calling for even greater zeal. Several times I tried to ask him to allow me to talk to Russia, my mother needed to reassure me again. The time will come - they will allow me to call, he answered shortly, avoiding any objections.