«Tartaria» is sci-fi, Gedanexperiment about stability and uniqueness of the rules of the Western Civilization. The goal is to gustily, to prove the commonly accepted rules of the «common sense» using the «Proof by contradiction», то reveal the channels of collapse of a society, that drops the most of the commonly accepted prescriptions and prohibitions.
Warnings.
This is preliminary uncensored version.
The text contains explicit descriptions of completely obscene, barbaric customs.
The text contains the direct speech that includes extremely dirty slang in different languages.
In most of cases, the English translation is not supplied.
The text may injure religious senses of a racial adept of a common religions.
Previous book: Book1: Galia
«Slave market» is slang. Words «slave», «slavery», «master» do not appear in the official documents of Tartaria. In the documents, the Murka slave market is denoted with term PESMA (Public Еmployment Service Mall). Slaves are denoted with term «dependent» or «permanent «dependent» (case of Nata Kiskin) or «Temporally dependent» (Case of Ruvim Pechor)
Barsik Ribolov, staff of the MurkaBank, draw the voronok with Ruvim Pechor and Nata Kiskin to the PESMA.
– Now, we are companions, – Barsik told to Nata and Ruvim. – Both you and I are interested in finding good employers for you.
- To sell us for the highest possible price, – Ruvim corrected.
– The higher is price, the more master cares about the employees, – Barsik answered, – please, be patient. Here are the new bipers for you.
The PESMA stuff, big strong man, called Pit, helped Barsik to adjust the new "biper" at the neck of Nata, and then - at the neck of Ruvim.
– Ladies first! – Pit explained the order of fixing the bipers. – We make all efforts to help you not to loss these bipers.
Nata and Ruvim were ordered to take-off all the clothes. With special machine, Pit quickly removed all the hair from the heads (and not only from the heads) of Nata and Ruvim, in the same order (Ladies first). Pit washed the forehead and backs of Nata and Ruvim with some liquid, which seemed to be ethanol, and drown the big black numbers at head front and at back of each of them with special marker.
– Sorry, it will hurt a little bit. – Pit said. – so not rub it, then it will soften soon. Take a shower, it helps.
– Is it a kind of tattoo? – Nata asked.
– Not so tattoo, – Pit replied. After a year, the marks gradually wash-out, and we'll have to repeat. Then, I invite you to visit me or my colleague again.
– Please, take shower, Barsik said. With soap. Gently. The shower reduces a little bit the hurt of the marks.
– Эта гадость жжет, как горчичник! И даже хуже - Nata cried. – Нам что, недостаточно ошейников??
- Sorry, madame. – Pit replied. – There is established procedure. Take a shower, wash it with soap, but gently, not rub. In 10 minutes, the pain should reduce. Call me, if you need my assistance. The biper is automatic, just say with loud voice "stuff" or "Pit". Pit is my name. It is my pleasure to help you. See you later!
Pit left to "help" the other "job-seekers".
Detailed descriptions of Nata and Ruvim were printed in the special boocklets in front of big basket with their staff. The main difference was, that the Nata's was entitled "F SALE", while that of Ruvim had mark "M RENT 2 Y".
There was banner "YOUR PRICE" at the basket with Nata and Ruvim's bags and clothes. There was a box with a slit at the basket; the customer was supposed to estimate the price of each object by himself (or herself), and drop some coins into the slit as the payment.
Nata and Ruvim washed the marks at their skin. During an hour, they had to keep the marks wet – over–vise, the marks squeezed the skin..
– Руви, мне чего-то Тартария перестала нравиться. Может, мы убежим отсюда? - Nata suggested.
- В ошейниках?
- Ну, ты же технарь! Неужели ты не можешь снять с нас эти штуки?
- Не могу, Ната. Подозреваю, что их даже с инструментами, если не знать кода, не снять. Может током ударить.. Да если бы даже и нет, куда бы мы пошли? Без документов, без денег, без карты, без еды.. Ты видела, там же снег на улице..
- Это всё из-за тебя! Ты о нас совсем не думаешь!.. Ну, чего ты замолчал?.. Нечего сказать, подонок?..
The "bipers" of Nata and Rivim told with the Barsik's voice:
– Nata, Ruvim, please, come to the hall. I am at the same place.
- Руви, а если мы не пойдём?
- Ошейник током щебеснёт. Или даже чего похуже.
– Что может быть хуже тока?
- Хуже может быть микроволна, сфокусированная в нервный узел. В Галлии, студенты делают такое с мышами и собаками. Пошли, Ната. Сейчас не время над этим раздумывать. Думать раньше надо было.
– Nata, Ruvim, can you hear me? – Barsik insisted.
– Yes, we are approaching, - Ruvim replied. - They approached. Nobody seems to be interested in their staff in the basket.
– Try to attract attention of employers, – Barsik said, - Nata, I have inspected your bag..
– But this is mine! Why did you touched it?
Badsik had to improvise some kind of lecture:– Sorry, madame Kiskin. You had signed contract, and you have confirmed your responsibility for it with all your property and all your body. Then few times you have committed violation of the Federal Law of Tartaria. The court had determined, that you are of MINE. And all the staff is my. Well, not personally my, but it is property, belonging of Murka Bank. I have order from the director to handle the case. I do as well as I can. If you think that you have nothing to loss, it is not the case. First, your body is not yet damaged, is not yet disassembled. Second, your friend Ruvim Pechor pro signed "form "; so, any your crime and punishment can be transferred to him. So, it is best to obey. Should I demonstrate abilities of the biper with some pain?
– Why should I believe you? АА, МЕРЗАВЕЦ! Выключи! Пожалуйста, выключите!! Я все сделаю!..
- Very good, Kiskin pro.. Hence, lesson one. My name is Barsik Ribolov. You may use any of these two words. Also, you may call me "Master", until we find a good employer for you. Then you may use word "Master" to call him or her. Do you understand?
– Yes, Master.
- Good. I am not a sadist. And I have proof. I can bring you not only pain, but also pleasure. Do you feel anything?
– Yes, Master.. Could you do it again?..
– Your biper finished to map your head; it found two very important points in your brain.. I am not specialist, but let us call them "pain" and "pleasure". Your biper focuses there some waves. I handle it with.. ok, let us say, with some part of my body. I can bring you high pleasure and equally horrible pain. Do you understand, Kiskin pro?
– Yes, I do. Could you on the "pleasure" again, please?
– Kiskin pro, no. The Reglament prohibits this. This can kill you even faster than pain. But I promise to bring you some pleasure each time when you do something good. And even more as soon as I sell you.
– Barsik pro, I have one important request, – Ruvim interrupted. – Please do not use any of these points in my brain. I'll do that you want, but, please, neither "pain" nor "pleasure" of this kind. I try to follow your orders without it.
– I see, you understand the case. Are you biologist?
– A little bit. It is written in my CV.
– Ruvim pro, I'll try to do that you ask. However, I cannot promise the same for your employer. So, let us found a good one. And for your girl too.
– Barsik, you promised some pleasure when we found my new master, – Nata said.
– Yes. Then, follow my instruction. I inspected your cosmetics, is not good. Let me paint you better.
– Barisk, I want to eat some. And to drink.
– No. Yes. Miss Kiskin, you are a little bit overweighted. Ruvim too. So, no food for you at least during few days. But some drink will help you.
Barsil offered to Nata one bottle of beverage, and then similar bottle to Ruvim.
– Thank you, Barsik, – Ruvim and Nata said simultaneously. The drink tasted as some light taburetovka.
Barsik demonstrated his art, painting Nata. She became very pretty. Scars disappeared; the skin become pink.
– Now you, Ruvim pro, – Barsik said. His manipulations with Ruvim were even shorter. Rivim looked at the mirror. Nude, bald, thick, pink creature was there; looking as a big pig and a painted transgender from a gay magazine.
Then Barsik told:
– Well, now you are ready.
– Ready for what? – Nata asked.
– Have you already forgotten?
– I remember, Barsik pro. But it is a little bit cold. May I wear some clothes? – Nata moved his hands to the basked with their staff.
– No, missis Nata. Sorry. We need to show your beauty to customers. If you want to warm, you may run few turns around the hall, enter the gymnasium, stay in the sauna - any you like. Just stay as PESMA, make exercises, masturbate, please your colleagues dance, sing; anything to attract customers. That would increase your value and your price.. Which kind of sport do you like?
– Tennis.. But I did not play for a long time.
– Rivim pro, could you make company to your girl?
– Yes. I also did not play for a long time.
– Ok, leave our staff here, and let us go.
Barsik took hands of Nata and Ruvim, and they walked along the mall. Many bald naked "job-seekers" of all gender and age appeared, and potential "masters" used to estimate the "goods". A lot of used things had been dropped into the baskets with similar posters "YOUR PRICE". Among that trash, Barsik found two tennis rackets and packet with several almost new tennis balls. Be bought all this for 10 kisses.
– Present from our company! – he told. – This way, there should be some tennis courts there.
The tennis courts were just part of a big sportive complex, covered with transparent roof. It was not horribly cold there, bit it was not warm at all.
– Let you run, there are few empty courts there, – Barsik told, – you need to warm up.
Most of players were naked men and women with shaved hairs and big numbers at their backs and head fronts and beepers at theirs necks. Some of players were "employers", testing the candidates before to "employ" them.
Ruvim and Nata begun to play; first minutes, it was a little bit difficult, but then, Ruvim found, that he gets pleasure of this. Barsik looking at them with smile. Once, he sent the "pleasure" to Nata for her occasionally-efficient hit, that Ruvim failed.
Barsik looked at them; then he got bored.
– Dear Nata, Dear Ruvim. I leave for a while, keep doing. Keep in mind this may be most important play in your life. If I do not return in time, Pit or his colleague will care of you. You may go to other places at the PESMA; try to look good, friendly and attractive. I'll call you if any need..
Barsik left the poster and booklets about Nata and Ruvim. Some "employers" preferred to read the information printed in the paper rather than to get it through the computer.
That day, Barsik did not return at all. Soon Nata and Ruvim got tired, hungry and then – cold.
– Руви, ты можешь меня согреть? - Nata asked, – надо найти какую-нибудь private room..
– Да и нет, Ната.
- Что значит "да и нет"?
– Согреть, "да". Насчет "private room", вероятно, нет.
- Почему?
- Потому что нами торгуют, Ната. Ты думаешь, вон те мужики просто так читают наш постер? Они думают, купить ли тебя, и стартовая цена им кажется великоватой.. Две тысячи фанов за тебя и тысяча за меня на 2 года, это для них слишком много.. Барсик думал, что нас выкупит университет, но после того, что ты натворила..
Рувим почувствовал эрекцию, и вдруг осознал, что в его положении он не должен стесняться этого.
- Может быть, они нас емплойнут на меньший срок?
- Разве что если купят, чтобы с выгодой перепродать..
Трое тёмных волосатых мужчин, очевидно, переговаривались по биперам с Барсиком, потому что разговор закончился словами "thank you Baрsik pro".
Мужики подошли к Рувиму и Нате, которые уже было собрались отойти в дальний угол корта. Один из них представился:
- Здравствуйте, прекрасная леди и клевый пацан. Я Вован, а это - моя бригада.. Мы хотим вас попробовать в деле. Ваш мастер разрешил.
- I confirm, – the Rugim's and Nata's bipers told with Barsik's voice. – Do all that Vovan orders. Nata, I will send you some "pleasure" if you do it well.
- Пошли, - Vovan told. – И подберите ваши пинчес чингадерас! - он указал на постер, буклеты, ракетки и мячи.
Ruvim and Nata obeyed. Vovan spanked Nata for her ass and told: "Гыы!"
– Where are we going? – Ната была в шоке от бесцеремонности и хваталась за спасительный "цивилизованный" язык.
- You wanted а "private room", now you'll have it! Come on! – Vovan tried to be polite, answering the same language.
The "brigade" pushed Ruvim and Nata into a small room. It was not so "private"; the windows around allows everyone to see hat is happening inside. The floor and walls were covered with soft red plastic; some belts were arranged along the walls, as in a gym studio. Ruvim dropped the tennis rockets and bag with balls into one of big baskets fixed at the entry.
– Ты, пацан, будешь сперва зритель. Важно, чтобы ты не наделал глупостей. - Vovan told. He quickly fixed Ruvim's hands to the wall.
Ruvim felt himself, as if he would be Jesus from Nazareth at the cross, as it is shown in one of pictures at the Church of the Charles Browning. Ruvim felt, the room is warm.
Nata sobbed, tears were dropping from her face.
- Не ссы, телка!.. Ничё страшного с тобой не будет. Пока мы тебя не купили, увечий не причиним. - Vovan told. – И ты, пацан не ссы; тебя вообще только в аренду можно, так что без никакого членовредительства. Член не повредим, Гыыы!
Ruvim looked at the "brigade" of Vovan. One of them looked as bandit-alcooholic. Another looked a little bit more intelligent. All the three took-off their clothes and put them to baskets. Ruvim did not know their names, so, he denoted one of them as Intel, and another one as Bandit.
– Как обычно, начинаем с гигиенических процедур, - Vovan announced. - Телка, ты что, не поняла, что от тебя требуется? .. Так.. Пацан, тебе хорошо видно?..
Nata did not even try to resist. Vovan, Bandit and Intel, one by one and all together, had her in all her three holes.
– Слышь тёлка, твой хахель заскучал, поговори с ним! - Vovan ordered.
– Рувим, я тебя люблю, - Nata said.
Ruvim did not answer. He felt horrible, painful erection, and attributed this to the drink, that Basik had offered them. Not biper; not "Pleasure" and "pain" centres affected but just drink.. Next time, he will drink only water from the shower..
– Рувим, ты меня слышишь? Я тебя хочу.. может, это плохо, но ты знаешь.. они меня так возбуждают, что я тебя очень-очень хочу.. У меня там всё раскрылось, и в попке тоже.. хорошо, что я уже несколько лет с дидлом тренировалась, а то бы они меня разодрали.. А так хорошо.. Я сейчас кончу.. я тебя очень хочу.. Уже.. Да.. Ооо..
Nata got even softer and almost lost consciousness. Vovan, Bandit and Intel ejaculated on Nata's face, tits and pussy. Vovan looked at the big clock, and announced the readings:
– Начало в интервале 1.4 секунды. Конец в интервале 2.3 секунды. Дурация 26.2 секунды. Оверлаппинг 85.9% .. ЗдОрово, пацаны! Если тёлку чуть потренировать, то мы и до 90% достигнем!
Все трое зааплодировали друг дружке.
Бандит приблизися к Рувиму:
- Ты облизывать будешь, или как?
Голова шумела. Вован включил музыку, и его бипер пел: "Let it be, let it be.."
- Рувимчик, давай, он же мной пахнет! - Ната почти пела, - Ты же меня любишь! У нас с тобой теперь уже всё совсем всерьёз!..
Вован, Бандит и Интель ушли, оставив в сумке с мячами три новеньких хрустящих "фана". Ната проверила, что это действительно фаны, и запела:
- Рувим, я теперь настоящая слейв! Я шлюха! И мне нравится! Я глядь! Я пиздорванка И секс-воркер! И ты тоже!
Talking so, Nata undid Ruvim's belts, and Ruvim felt down.
– Рувик, ну что же ты лежишь, я же тебя хочу!! А впрочем, можешь лежать, он у тебя такой большой.. Я тебя всего чувствую.. Смотри, как нам хорошо.. Скажи мне, что я блядь!.. Скажи что-нибудь неприличное!.. Обложи меня матом!.. Вспомни, как ты ту школьницу драл.. И её маму.. И негритянку с её мужем.. Теперь я понимаю.. Ты всё правильно делал.. Какая же я была дура!.. Прости меня.. Как же я тебя люблю!.. Ты замечательный!..
Barsik entered the room and withdrawn the things from the basket: two tennis rackets and packet with tennis balls and 3 fans inside. Slaves are not supposed to own any property. Barsik petted Ruvim and Nata:
– Keep doing; you do well!
Leaving, Barsik sent to Nata's biper the "pleasure" signal. It causes laud moan and strong mutual orgasm.
Formally, Barsik followed his promise; he did not send "pain" nor "pleasure" to the Ruvim's biper; there was no need in it. In such a way, Ruvim knew the meaning of term «Stockholm syndrome» from very inside. He was almost grateful to Barsik for this adventure.
Leaving, Barsik arranged the temperature in the room, carrying that Ruvim and Nata do not catch cold: the sneezing or couching would reduce the price of slaves.
Ruvim and Nata awaked almost simultaneously. There was soft light in the room. Nata fond the small toilet bowl and shower in the corner; so, they could pee. Nata, trying to be good slave, washed with the shower herself, then washed Rivim. Then she found a rug and cleaned the plastic floor of the room. The drain of water had been arranged in the room; so, it become clean and smelled well again.
– Полотенец, по-моему, не предусмотрено. Как будем сохнуть? - Nata said.
– Может, сбегаем до корта и обратно?
– Сил нет..
- Ну, хоть немножко, а то простынем. With bald heads and shaved pubis, the drying is much faster, than with hairs. Nata and Ruvim walked to the tennis courts, then to the baskets with their stuff. Nobody wanted to buy anything from there, nor even the tennis rockets and balls, placed there by Barsik. Nor even for "YOUR PRICE". There was bar and restaurant at the PESMA. And food market. But not for slaves. Ruvim wanted to check, wether or not his account is blocked, with a weak hope, that he still can buy some, "paying with finger" (it is usual form of payment, when the identification of customer is performed by his fingerprint). Robot at the door did not allowed them even to enter. Barsik called:
– Ruvim, I forgot to say, your account is blocked. The wending machines also will not recognize your fingers as payable.
– Well but where would we go?
– I suggest, sauna. Between the private rooms and the tennis courts. You had passed near. It is good to loss extra weight..
– We want to eat anything!
– Sorry, Ruvim pro. You are fat, and Nata too. Try to loss few kg, then I'll provide some. And look for employers! A, one important thing, more. I forgot to say at the beginning: Nata, try to get pregnant. It increases your chances.. Can you?
– I do not know.. I'll try.. If my body still can to it..
– Your price will twice, if you can give light to a baby.. Ok, bye-bye! Ruvim and Nata gone to the Sauna. Several slaves where there. Ruvim and Nata spent long time there. Hungry and angry. Ruvim still had several pens and tetrad in his bag. Nobody wanted to buy this. Ruvim begun to write notes. Nata talked with one black man. His number was marked with white ciphers, clearly seen at the black body. He preferred to talk Russian. His name is Tom Petrov. He was farmer, and he tried to use his owns seeds in his field. It was part of his protest against genetically-modified plants. Tom failed. Tom blames the propaganda by pists (greenpeests). His farm and his field were supposed sold for debts. Tom had restructured the debt on bail of his own body. And failed again.
– Вы, как и мы, здесь через Mурка-банк? - Nata asked.
- Да. Ну, и через пистов, конечно..
– Они попытались вас выкупить?
- Они попытались, но у них не хватило. Ну, ещё я с ними поскандалил чуток.. собственно, через это и здесь. ..
– Вы тоже в первый раз?
- Нет, я во второй. Не понравился мастеру.. Как бы помягче сказать.. тоже поскандалил чуток.. Я пытался объяснить мастеру, что старые листья надо или сжигать, или хранить хотя бы года два подальше от грядок, чтобы перегнили.. А он хотел показать, что он умнее меня.. И теперь пытается продать.. А меня с такой курикулой, естественно, никто не покупает.. Мастер каждый день снижает цену, а я сижу здесь и наслаждаюсь плаванием в бассейне..
- А еда? Он вас кормит?
- Да, каждый день. Стандартный набор. Чтобы я не исхудал.
- А он может вас опять на работу взять?
- Может, если я скажу, что он прав.
- А вы можете такое сказать?
- Нет, потому что он не прав. То, что я ему говорю, и в учебниках по агрикультуре написано. Упрямый, как осёл..
Listened the talk of Nata and Tom, Ruvim hot bored. Ruvim tried to sleep. He could not. Only food was in his brain. And Nata. Ruvim walker to the Hall and found the basket with their staff. Nobody took it. "Pinche Stockholm syndrome", Ruvim wrote in his tetrad, "Pinche Barsik's cocktail!".. En fin, Ruvim returned to Sauna. Nata was under Tom. Apparently, they just had the hard sex. Ruvim kissed them, hugged them, got tender hug of Tom and in fin could sleep.
Nobody got interested on the Ruvim's and Nata's staff. Nor in them. Barsik did not appear. Pit tries to support is with tender words. One, he even had sex with Nata. For some reason, this doesn't provoke any protest or rebellion. Perhaps our ancestors were slaves. Both Nata and I consider this as natural, unavoidable and, in some sense, even good. All bad things are already happened. Our colleagues, id est, other places, have similar feeling and similar mentality..
Ruvim happened to be completely out of ideas about work: He told Ushat and Masha everything; let them figure it out themselves. All the ideas are published, so they won't go to waste.
Nata approached her new status like a key to a lock. It seems like this is exactly what she was aiming for. The only thing is, she's hungry... But I can't do anything to finally get us bought and fed.
The only food was in mind of Nata and Ruvim. Most of slave had axes to buffet twice per day. Nata and Ruvim were promised the same, as soon as they reduce their weight to 80 kg. It was just business, nothing personal: the automat did not allow to enter those who was heavier. The slaves (job-seekers) were not allowed to take out food from the eating room, but there were way to trick the watching robot.
Every day, Tom brought from the eating room to Nata a piece of grinder meat0 hidden in his month. They pretend to kiss, but actually, Tom feded Nata.
Sometimes one small yellow girl, Lila Huang , used to feed Ruvim. She used to hide the huge sausage in her vagina, and, again, the robot-vigilant did not catch this. Ruvim and Lila pretended to have sex in position "69". Apparently, Lila got some extravagant pleasure of that, but for Ruvim, that was hist food. Some drinks were offered for the fat heavy slaves (case of Ruvim and Nata) but Ruvim used to drink only water from the tap in the sauna.
Statute of Ruvim and Nata was lowest in the PESMA. Everyday, new customers come. They had sex with slim yellow Asian women. After that, they usually get bought these women; often together with their male mates. Nata participated, but she could not compete with the young slim yellow Asians girls.
Some women were with children. Most of babies were of age from zero to 3 years; these women were bought most often together with children. Some children were bough without their mothers. Then, someone had to suck tits of the young mother. Often, that were Ruvim and/or Nata. Not so much milk, but better than nothing. That was not prohibited by the administration.
Ruvim tried to persuade Nata to dance; the music in the sauna was nice; most of slaves were dancing. It did not work. Nata's exercises in tennis also were getting worse and worse; soon Nata said that she's tired and stoped playing.
Ruvim and Nata used to spend most of time lying on pillows, listening to stories told by the newbies.
The prisoners chatted a lot. Monologue was a popular genre. These were usually stories from their lives. The style of these stories was quite established. Each narrative ended with the narrator being taken into custody, judged and brought to Murka. With the retellings, the stories grow with more and more details.
Some stories ware reinterpretations of the memories of ancestors, or friends, or friends of ancestors, or ancestors of friends, in various combinations. The interpretation of Tartaria's history in these narratives was different atom the "official" history written in Tartarian textbooks. Sometimes, they differ so much that one might think they were talking about different countries located on different continents.
The most of narrative interpretations agreed in the followings. When Bigpuf began, state laws had long been disregarded, and local feudal lords rewarded or punished vassals according to a special code called «Poniatia»; apparent transliteration of word «Понятия». Its essence boiled down to the simple phrase, "If I steal, that's good, but if someone steals from me, that's bad." In the modern languages the closest term is «Realpolitik».
Amid the warring clans, several districts emerged that declared "neutrality" and declared they would not participate in internecine clashes. Almost the entire national income was spent on protecting the kings from competitors, who, naturally, tried to undermine the king. Most often, the king was found poisoned, and there was no one to investigate the crime. A new king riser; he was also poisoned, and so on.
In Murka, there was the Gad nuclear power plant. It found itself in the middle of a conflict between the Belokar and Okhr clans. Initially, it was controlled by the Okhr Junior clan. But the Belokars believed that the Okhr was selling them electricity at inflated prices and refused to pay more than what they considered fair. The Okhr administration cut off the entire Belokar district from the power grid. A special forces unit, sent by local offee Igor Belokarov, occupied the distribution hall, and then the entire power plant building. The Okhrs evacuated, but took with them almost all the documentation, even that which was publicly available. The reactor operated for another week, and the Belokars celebrated their victory. Then, a minor malfunction occurred in the reactor shop, and Belokarov, to be on the safe side, ordered the reactor shut down. The control rods were lowered into the reactor, and that's when the sabotage was discovered, and the reactor exploded. Evil tongues say that coal (some say beryllium) was loaded into the lower portion of the control rods instead of boron. The fire was fierce. Not only were Okhryn and Belokary left without power, but almost the entire area was covered in isotopes of cesium, strontium, uranium, and plutonium. And in the first weeks, unstable iodine, too, carried by the wind across Tartary and neighboring countries. Cesium and strontium still accumulate in lakes and swamps, so if you're going swimming, it's best not to dive all the way to the bottom and muddy the waters.
General of the International Forces, Mark Arturov, when he learned that the Gadskaya station had exploded, ordered the evacuation of all his soldiers from the area. As a result, for several years, Murka was completely unregulated, the people used to kill and to eat each other. And unstable isotopes, too. Murka has almost no indigenous population, only prisoners and guards.
Murka essentially emerged when it became clear that criminals needed to be disposed of. The region is rich in coal and various ores. The national anthem celebrates a bandit named Maria, who served her sentence and became the head of a concentration camp, then a "godmother," and, after Tartaria declared independence, the first Pahan of Murka. After the founding Convention adopted a new constitution, Murka was removed from her position upon completion of her term, and an investigation into her activities began. The investigation would have resulted in Murka and her numerous relatives becoming prisoners, but Tartaria laws are not retroactive, and Murka was not punished.
Being pahan, Murka forced the women in her feud to have sex, to get pregnant and to give light to babies; there was special «MVD» (Ministry of Vaginal Deal) to regulate this. Most of that time female population of Murka passed through the MVD. Since 13 year old, the women were forced to serve as sex-workers; mainly for foreigners and the local administration. The tickets for service provided by MVD happen to be federal currency of Tartaria, and the MVD gradually transformed to the Murka-bank.
However, in the slavic folklore, the story above had many versions, with various, sometimes horrible obscene details. The most of the stories would not be allowed in civilized countries as extreme violent and sadistic. These stories made strong contrast with the relatively smooth and even friendly atmosphere as the slave market, officially called «Pesma». Ruvim noted that, but the most of stories referred to the time before the Tartaria was covered with webcameras and before all the direct translations and the records become available in the free access to any Tarrtarian or Resident; so, there was no way to check, which of the folkloric versions is true.
Day passed after the day. The hunger was horrible. The weight of Rivim was gradually reducing to the wanted «80kg»; with hope to get access to the eating room. Rivim and Nata almost lost any ability to think through the hunger. They even tried to eat the bitter vomit thrown up by young girls who were learning to give deep throat blowjobs. Vigilant Pit noticed those experiments and said that this is «not recommended», althought did not prohibit such a way of feeding during the strong weight-loss diet.
Once Nata suggested an alternative project.
- Руви, у меня есть идея, - Nata told, – я видела рябину за оградой.
- Небось, гнилая и под снегом..
- Хреновый ты биолог, Руви. Я. Сама. Видела. Красные. Ягоды. На Дереве. За оградой.
- Далеко?
- Метров сто от ограды, в низинке. У опушки.
- А как мы перелезем через ограду?
- Ты исследователь или кто? У теннисного корта дырка есть.
– Ладно. На рассвете одеваем все шмотки, какие есть, и за рябиной!
..
Рувим awaked before the sunrise. He looked at Nata. Her eyes were open.
– Не спишь? - Nata asked.
– Как и ты.
- Не могу дождаться. Есть хочется.
- Пошли сейчас!
- Пошли.
Nata and Ruvim took all the clothes from their "basket", and the tennis rockets, and but only two balls in the bag. As usually, there was light at the courts. The stadium looked pretty old, and there were gaps in walls, so it was a little bit cold at the court. Ruvim and Nata played for a while; then Ruvim sent the ball into that gap. The pretext to enter the gap was ready. Ruvim and Nata jumped out.
The snow was deep; the moonlight was weak, but the sky at the South-East already gave some light. Soon, boots of Ruvim and Nata were full of snow. The sorbus trees were not in a hundred meters, but still in the direct view. En fin, they reached the sorbus trees near the edge of the forest. Ruvim climbed up the tree. He picked up the red berries, filled his mouth with some of them, and dropped them down to hands of Nata. The sorbs were pretty cold; Nata tried to catch them, and collected them to the bag. Sunlight came, but all the things were very cold.
Soon, Nata complained:
– Руви, у пальцы заледенели, не слушаются, хватит уже.
Ruvim did not feel himself better. Ruvim begun to climb down, then made an error and felt. Fortunately, there were narrow branches on the way, and the snow was deep.
Ruvim and Nata begun to climb up the hill to the Stadium..
Have you ever try to climb up a steep hill through a deep snow without trail? If so, you can understand, what happened with Ruvim and Nata. Both were completely tired, very cold, when they heard the laud voice behind:
– Попались, голубчики! А ну, идите сюда!
There was Pit there. He caught Nata's hand and pulled her back, down the hill towards the sorbs tree, and farther toward the forrest. Ruvim tried to follow them.
There was road there. Pit pushed Ruvim and Nata into his car, and in few minutes, they were back in the PESMA block. They dropped the cold wet clothes into the basket and run to sauna to warm-up.
Barsik was furious at this adventure and sold Ruvim and Nata to the MURR company for the symbolic price of two funs to the MURR company. That means MUrka Rail Road, nothing more.
Representative of MURR, did not even come PESMA to see Ruvim and Nata. Pit, following orders of Barsik, locked them to the robocar and sent to the local office of MURR. In voronok, Ruvim and Nata discussed their situation.
– Рувим, наs купили! - Nata seemed to be very content.
– Ната, ты понимашь, что это значит, что тебя продали за один фан?
- Ну, не важно за сколько; важно, что кто-то нас купил!
- Один фан означает примерно "Use once only".
- Вечно ты всё испортишь!..
Next chapter: 07: Murka Rail Road