The Crazy Tanner

Глава 1Copying and distribution of the work without the author's consent is prohibited.PrologueThe cell smells of people.It's not just a smell — it's the quintessence of everything Yevgeny had always despised. Stale foot wraps, cheap tobacco, chlorine that hadn't been used here since perestroika times, and the sour sweat of bodies that don't know what a daily shower means. Mixed with this is something else, something bleak and hopeless — the smell of a place where time has stopped.Yevgeny sits crouched by the wall, arms wrapped around his knees. Third day. Or fourth? He's lost count. The window under the ceiling is barred, letting in a strip of grey light that crawls along the wall, bringing neither warmth nor hope.Three cellmates.On the bunk lounges the "boss" — a pumped-up guy around forty, with finger tattoos, lazily cutting paper with a lighte…