“They say that revenge is an action that is intended to punish for the offense, physical violence, injustice. In almost all cultures and religions, it is common for evil to respond to good. Like that - you went on one cheek - immediately substitute the second. To whom how, but personally I consider this a slave philosophy. For me, revenge is the norm and the necessary noble cause. And if I get the opportunity to take revenge, then I do it without hesitation. Evil should not go unpunished, and bastards who have accomplished a dirty deed should get what they deserve. ”

From the diary of Anne-Marie Fisher.

Smooth monotonous rumble of engines and light rocking in the soft armchair of the business class cabin. The state of half-sleepers. The noisy airport and the runway landing site have long since disappeared below the far horizon. Outside the window, a veil of thick clouds. My sleeping state is interrupted by a stewardess. With a lively voice, she reports altitude and temperature overboard. The girl rolls a trolley with drinks in front of her and offers something for everyone. I refuse cognac and whiskey and decide to drink some cola. Now I have nothing to do, and fragments of memories gradually emerge in my memory. Their mosaic once again develops into a clear picture. God, how long ago it was. But again and again I remember the events of the distant days, almost to the details. How many years have passed since then. Fifteen? More? But that nightmare comes up before our eyes again, as if it was all yesterday, and brings it to the past. This does not erase from memory.

... Border field camp for refugees. A little further, a winding undercoat hides behind low hills, and beside it on the hills dangling buildings built by an army checkpoint. The perimeter of the camp is surrounded by barbed wire, sandbags, and rusty iron barrels. Everywhere there is dirt, sticky, foul-smelling mud, and mountains of rubbish. Two soldiers lead me to the far end of the camp to the tents where people live. I am not arrested, and this is not a convoy. The commander dispatched them to accompany me and indicate where I should be now, so that I did not wander through the territory, and did not get under my feet. Of course, I can leave the camp at any time on all four sides wherever they look. But I have nowhere to go. And nothing and no one in my world left. Even nothing to eat. And there, behind the fence, it is not safe. Having led me to one of the tents, the soldiers are trying to tell me something in an unknown language. They shout loudly and gestures make it clear that I will live here. Temporarily. Well, we'll see. One of them throws back the curtains of the tent and takes me inside. He pokes his finger at the free trestling bed, and the semblance of a smile flashes on his bearded face. So he points me to my present habitat. Then, waving goodbye, he threatens his fist to someone in the darkness, turns his back and leaves. In the tent it is stuffy, it stinks of sour and unwashed bodies. I sit on a hard mat and begin to correct rags laid on each other. Before me there was obviously someone already. Soon, the volunteers of the red cross bring some bags and briquettes. This is a standard ration - part of humanitarian aid, and the food consists of biscuits, crackers, and a pint of warm smelly water. Hordes of mosquitoes fly everywhere. The tent is clearly not designed for such a number of inhabitants, and around me in close rows are exactly the same mats. There are many people, but they do not pay attention to me. Everyone is busy with his business and his thoughts. Someone is praying, someone is reading greasy pages of newspapers, and someone is dispensing right under the tent. In the far corner, there is some sort of scuffling, slaps and muffled whispers. Then there are smacking sounds and a rhythmic intermittent moan.I peer into the darkness and see how on the farthest lounger two men are fucking hard a young thin girl, not hesitating from prying eyes. They moo contentedly, thrusting their phalluses on the very eggs in her mouth and in the anus, and the girl in a fit of passion obediently moves towards them. Her will is suppressed by hard slaps and obscene touches in intimate places. Now she is at the mercy of the rapists, and she is waiting for perverted sex in public. Just a few minutes ago, she waved and resisted, but now she is extremely excited and groans languidly. She gets quite sexy, and it gets her partners even more. All three enjoy, and they are not embarrassed by the unsanitary conditions reigning around. This is also a kind of need management, and no one bothers them. And some even watch with interest the vulgar adultery and gibberish something approving. Some woman at the age of forty adjusts to the girl and begins to lick between her legs, grabbing the scrotum of one of the partners with her tongue and lips. Now it is used for one hundred percent, but now she likes it very much and is very focused. She smoothly sweeps, and with the rhythm does not stray. From her honed movements, one can see that they do this to her regularly. In her measured body movements felt considerable experience. I turn away from the vile scene, trying to quell a sudden fit of nausea. I immediately turn inside out, and I vomit right on the earthen floor. The day fades away, gradually giving way to a warm and sultry night in these latitudes. The camp calms down, I fit into my place and begin to nap. But it does not last long. A male figure appears in the entrance aperture, and a ray of a flashlight moves along the mats, snatching the faces of sleeping people from the darkness. Soon bright light stops me. I blinded my eyes, and I shut my eyes. A man approaches and carefully examines me. Then he takes his hand, jerks him up and drags him to the exit. Foreboding evil, I resist, but he holds me tight and starts to speak. I understand him perfectly, because this man speaks his native language. He invites me to the service building, to wash under normal conditions, and to eat humanly. He is courteous and polite, his face is like a kind smile, and I agree. I go with him voluntarily, and I don’t have to pull my arm. Finally, we find ourselves in a shield building with spacious rooms. It is light, cozy and absolutely no mosquitoes. Somewhere behind the wall is a diesel generator. Officer invites me to the table. I sit down comfortably, and he calmly spreads out the food. Canned food, fresh scones and a bottle of whiskey appear on the table. He treats me, but I refuse to drink. I greedily grab everything and swallow almost without chewing, washing down everything with carbonated pepsi. Having been fed, I consider the person who fed me in more detail. This is a young man in the form of a field officer. He is neat and carefully shaved. On a belt a holster with a pistol. In appearance about thirty. He also looks at me and invites me to go wash. He promises not to pry. I go to a cramped shower stall, take off my dirty rags, and start washing in warm and clean water. Such a miracle with me for the first time in five months. I wash myself long and carefully, putting my body under elastic jets. The shampoo smells good and reminds of those good times when I lived carefree and enjoyed every new sunrise. Having washed myself, I start to wipe off with a towel, but they unexpectedly interrupt me. Here, in fact, the nightmare begins. The officer jerks away the plastic screen and pulls me out into the corridor. In his hand a gun, he swings the muzzle in front of my nose. The officer says that I did not scream, did not make a noise and behaved obediently. And if I am a good girl, then nothing will happen to me. He pinches my mouth and drags me into a room. I am too weak to resist, and he takes me almost without effort. In the room waiting for two more half-naked men.They throw me on the bed and busily lay me on my stomach. One of them immediately falls on my back and rolls over with me. Now he lies on his back, and I find myself on it. I'm at a loss and I'm scared. Immediately another one sits on top of me, and this is the same officer. The third is attached to the back, and my legs are ...