It were children from ten to fourteen years, senior and younger contained separately. They were thin, torn off, all barefoot, with bruises and grazes from lashes and bludgeons. But at the same time unlike terrible criminals who were drawn by imagination. Persons are thin, suntanned, but with smiles of the people who did not lose human shape. Children there were more than eighty, they lay on wooden plank beds, without blankets, mattresses and pillows. Held everyone whom for right and whom for the left leg the long chain cobra similar to what was used by police officers drones in a furgonchik. But the hot tropical city, alas remained in the past. Now it was cool, through a dense lattice of a window in curve thorns cold wind rushed.

  Artem became puzzled. He is generally not a cool boy, and did not draw in imagination as will behave having appeared behind bars. No, of course, korefana told, and often absolutely opposite about prison young child. That representing this place similar to a terrible scorching heat where the terrible lawlessness or on the contrary children's sanatorium where the real raspberry and is far more interesting and more free, than at tiresome school reigns. But here that on sanatorium precisely not probably and, probably, is worse than a real jail. Artyom, being annoyed with itself that did not find time to find out about, properly to greet entering a chamber, not absolutely successfully bryaknut:

  - Hello children! I came with good.

  The senior on a chamber, the most tall and large boy rose by a meeting. The long chain was dragged behind it tinkling, about a marble tile, and the kingpin, was growth approximately from Artyom, and is much thinner. Except camp number, it had no headdresses from what similarity to the robber did not roll. So, Artyom, having proportioned forces calmed down. And that cheerfully asked:

  - And you Kent it is healthy! For what you?

  - I do not know! - Artem answered sincerely though he guessed that he was taken most likely for the spy. And this guy that brought him with a superlight speed, on the planet torture chamber. Get it only!

  Looking on a chamber indulgently noticed:

  - Almost all do not know for what they sit. Conditions at us severe, we have to live in peace and friendship, without informing and, without handing over each other. Remember to informers death.

  - And I and never, was the six! - Truthfully Artyom answered.

  - Correctly, remember some rules.

  The boy receded on a step and began to list.

  - In a parasha not to celebrate need. - He pointed a finger at a trough. - For this purpose there is a special hole.

  - Where? - Artem looked back.

  - When we are driven for work, and it will be at dawn and till late evening, we will build dachas to generals. There on the way of near prison is also a hole with soft burdocks. There also you will celebrate need. And here it is not necessary to cut the cheese. The second if there are grocery transfers, they are formally forbidden, but for a bribe at us variously, will share with all.

  The third not to shirk work also without the serious reasons not to fight. And that all will fly. - The boy slave continued to bend fingers. -

  And, at last, fourthly, do not try to run away. All chamber will severely punish for it. If your parents are not arrested, let will bribe, then can, will facilitate conditions of keeping, will give us blankets.

  - And how many it is necessary to pay? - Artyom thought here that it from Earth all the same will not reach.

  The kingpin vaguely said:

  - It is a lot of - politsa are greedy!

  Artyom began to tremble, his parents not billionaires, so they will not pay off a century.

  - Yes you I see, absolutely shivered, it at you nervous.

  The boy elder looked more attentively at Artem. Paid attention to a beating and cones, skin, red from steam.

  - Here is how you were fulfilled. Apparently, you political, time so scoff at you. All right, lie down with us, tomorrow you will have an unlucky day, and have a little a sleep. Young "kingpin", slightly receded, having made invitation gesture.

  - We will be familiar, my name is to Gardens.

  - And me Artyom.

  - Good name. - He paid attention to relief bicepses. - You play sports?

  - Body building and wushu fight.

  The boy elder agreed:

  - Wushu fight is not bad for a fight.

  Artyom modestly noticed:

  - I did not seize it in perfection yet. And we it is a style rather as gymnastics!

  To gardens indulgently grinned:

  - Anything, here all mediocre fighters! But if that, we will punish together extremists and those who offend small.

  - Zametano! - Artyom quite agreed with similar idea.

  Boys hit on hands. Then Artyom climbed on plank beds, boys nestled shoulders, bunched. As it became so warmer, Artem chose a comfortable position, and having drawn in cold legs, tried to fall asleep. Though the shaven head also ached with experiences, and bones ached from a beating, the burned brand scratched, the healthy children's organism was stronger. Dreams were fragmentary and disturbing, it was not succeeded to sleep. At dawn they were woken by a siren. Doors of a chamber revealed and drove them for work. However, at first allowed to rinse slightly hands and took away for breakfast. Fed not really, a piece of cabbage in krapivny swill and bread. Probably only that did not starve to death. Then they were constructed in columns on hundred people and driven for works. Fervently winked at gardens and ambiguously said: