In the colony I began to live with the looking for the barracks' «offended» person. It is better to be with the only person than to be with many different once. Of course, I had to forget about a very active role. Had no choice... I was repeatedly called by «muzhiki», but my partner always answered: «He will not go». More than once he was called and beaten for this. At the same time, they respected him for «keeping» his boyfriend, because he didn't let anyone get to me, whereas got punched in the face for my sake. He often had bruises on his face and on his body.
In addition to the separate barrack of the «offended», there lived two more in every ordinary barrack. The «offended», where gays got to, did all kinds of dirty work. They swept, washed the floor, cleaned the toilet bowls. In a
week «the watch of the offended» changed, the old ones returned to their barracks.
My «friend» didn't let me go into the other barracks, because he didn't want me to be «touched» by another prisoners. Then claims began about why the person didn't work. I had been sitting not for a month or two, but for two years. So he found a job for me in a meeting room, where wives came to their husbands. I went there in the daytime. I took up the garbage, washed the corridor, the kitchen and others, then came back.
I don't tell lies — during my two years there I had sex not only with the man I lived with. But with all the rest I was strictly in an active role. Just fancy, I'm a southern man, I'm about thirty, sexual tension needs somewhere to go. And I got nothing with my partner, a passive role isn't mine. I tolerated, tolerated, it isn't meant pleasure.
But they treated me normally, I lived all the time in one place, ate normally, no one was rude to me, no one said «Pidaras (fagot), come here!», no one turned me over. I was told «a bride of that one». Therefore, no one touched me there. They knew that I was not alone.