- Well the kid, understood that he means to oppose legitimate authority!

  Terribly the bee chief of office covered with warts shouted.

  - And now you should be marked. You will carry this sign eternally.

  The humanoid drone in a mask and in a green dressing gown left because of mirrors. It got a tube with similarity of the press.

  - Now we will make to you a puansovka. These figures your number - 1379598500. Under it you will also pass as the prisoner. Give the hand here.

  The frightened Artyom, looking at the heated iron, on the contrary hid it for a back. Then with a force of two spindle-legs drones twisted an extremity and stretched to the executioner. That dripped on a hand to alcohol, and then prizheg it. The boy shouted and twitched, but he was kept in an iron vice. At last the flaring steel was taken away, and it became soft, having nearly fainted from pain.

  - Under its ice shower, let will depart.

  Artyom rinsed ice water. Scolded so that teeth began to beat off a drumbeat, but it became not much more free. The procedures of registration seeming infinite came to an end.

  The bee in a white dressing gown promised:

  - Now you will be given state clothes.

  The boy breathed sigh of relief, it is unpleasant to go naked all the time, especially in the presence of bee females and shakes from cold.

  Here people in black uniforms brought a parcel, having roughly thrown Artyom a uniform. Trousers, more precisely shorts, short, over the knee, untidily white about a blue strip, girded by a rope and same typical for cine convicts, a striped shirt with sleeves on bicepses. And such fragmentary vestments, are possible even removed from a corpse, with the torn-out buttons.

  Artyom had enough courage to ask:

  - And all this?

  The massive bee in a white dressing gown, in a disgusting way giggled:

  - Of course all! And it is not necessary to more juvenile criminal.

  Artyom the friend about the friend nervously rubbed the itching, pink heels:

  - And boots? I that, barefoot I will be.

  The bee indulgently explained:

  - You are a criminal and has to repent, and according to the law all minor offenders are obliged to go barefoot, without regard to a time of year. - And an insect winked. - And on this planet, all of you people on eyelids of centuries remain minors!

  Legs at the teenage boy already began styt, here already and he with alarm asked other climate:

  - And if I catch a cold?

  - The bludgeon will cure! - And already the security guard drone with a delay cut again on a naked bottom. - Put on quicker, shkt.

  Artur moved, postanyvy, skin burned, somehow put on, tightened a belt. On the boy put cuffs, then took away him to the room of expectation. There Artur forced to the knees, hands got back, having attached wrists to anklebones. So he also sat in an inconvenient pose, waiting for a final decision of the fate. Knees hurt from a concrete floor, half-naked legs grew numb. Now he quietly sobbed, it was sad and opposite to him, everything said that he is the prisoner terminated for normal life of people. To it any more never to return to Earth and not to escape from the mad world. Correctly red boy told: it is hell! Now in any way, gloomy deadlock! All of his Artur the personality was dissolved and destroyed in meticulous prison procedures. At last the chief of office a bee, with silvery shoulder straps at last reached its folder and said.

  - In children's office, group No. 9, the camera twelve.

  With almost children's, with equal fingers of hands of Artyom, removed handcuffs and fastened to the guard's hand. Pushing bludgeons, the boy was led. Again became the boy terribly as his other prisoners will meet. About prisons told a lot of the terrifying things, not just children there, and criminals.

  Here they left to the yard, sharp pebbles stuck into bare feet, the newly made prisoner walked on tiptoe and, it was especially painful to him. The rain, damp and cold dripped. At an entrance to the neighboring room fenced with a very tall fence roar, nadsazhivayas boars bulldogs. Corridors gloomy with a set of lattices, even apertures on floors are forced by them, and walls are painted in black and gray color. It awfully presses on mentality of the child, and children's heart begins to fight stronger again, he painfully hit barefoot fingers against a slippery concrete step, slightly slowed down the movement, the security guard cut a butt on a back.

  - Do not sleep, the greenhorn!

  The boy buried the head in diluted with blood, someone was already interrogated, I tin, he was roughly lifted for the swelled ear. At last Artyom brought to a massive door, protection from drones meanly grinned. The itching roars were heard:

  - Here we came, but at first a registration in a chamber.

  - It as! - Silly the boy asked.

  Drones indulgently explained:

  - And so you are still small, we will regret you. Ten blows a bludgeon in the soft place and all.

  Artem wanted to begin to whimper, but understood on wolf eyes, what will be even worse. And so can be will manage. It was turned, lowered trousers and from all scope cut. The boy squealed, then has a snack a lip. "Be a man - the thought flashed". The following blows were even more sick. Artyom quietly groaned, but managed to constrain loud shouts. At last executioners finished, removed handcuffs and opened a chamber door. Then the strong kick followed, with scope the boy flew in it. The Sleeping Beauties woke up, wiping eyes. Looking at them, Artem calmed down.