Escape from Hell

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(excerpt from the novel)

ANNOTATION:
After her arrest the FBI, Nadezhda Smirnova get into the darkest prison in New York. Enough if she had the courage and strength to survive in hell reigning here, and going through all the trials and dangers, to break free? Continuation novel "The Party’s Gold".


PART ONE
BREATH OF DEATH

NEW YORK. BROOKLYN CENTRAL…
The darkest prison in New York - Brooklyn Central was on one of the rocky islands in the Gulf of Gravesend. Brooklyn Central was built in the early eighteenth century. In the center of the island is a stone tower, which contained the first prisoners. Over the past years, the prison several times changed its appearance, and is currently comprised of ten built of huge granite boulders casemates. Besides these, in its territory were placed: the administrative building, a medical center, the Catholic Church, as well as other buildings that helped to complex and varied prison farm. After the war in Afghanistan and Iraq, when in prison appeared Muslim prisoners, also built a mosque. The prison was surrounded by a high wall. Every hundred meters above the wall towered hung spotlights and machine guns watchtowers. On the south side, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and on the north, facing the city, gates were, protected by concrete bunkers. Connected the island to the mainland by a sand dam, which forms the asphalt highway. At night, the island was illuminated to bright light projectors. Helicopters circled over him. A turbid frothy waters around the rocky coast guarded patrol boats.

Brooklyn Central was a special prison. Here contained most dangerous criminals, who got on the court, life imprisonment, and those who are waiting for trial. In singles and dormitories prison cell sat: Islamic terrorists, the leaders of the largest and most violent mafia, serial killers and rapists. In these latter days, here began to place representatives of Russian criminal groups that have arisen in the densely populated immigrants Brooklyn. Prison guarded by a special police subdivision, recruited from former Marines, past war in the Middle East. Prison rules were extremely strict. For the slightest breach of discipline and disobedience prisoner placed in solitary confinement or subjected to other cruel punishments.

Loud Bell notified the protection of the approach to the northern gate of the prison vehicle. Armored door swung open with a screech and into the yard entered silver "Bentley", which belonged by the director of the Brooklyn Central Otto von Liebenstein.
Passenger "Bentley" got out at the administrative building, casually nodded to the guards and take the elevator to the fifth floor. Passed by the secretary, to meet his boss at the office door, Liebenstein said: "Invite me my deputy and the head of the block of strict regime."
This scene is repeated every day, and the staff tried for the arrival of the Director to be in the workplace.  Morning in Brooklyn Centrale began with the meeting at which Liebenstein summed up life in prison for the past day.  After hearing the reports of the heads of the blocks he could and generously reward, and severely punish their staff and prisoners.
The first occurred extremely rarely. Liebenstein not like to encourage their subordinates, because hought, that this only he panders to their desire to avoid the conscientious performance of duty. As an old and experienced officer, past the hard way to the director's chair of the Brooklyn Central, Liebenstein considered that the functioning of the Brooklyn Central should be based on fear. And this principle treated not only to the prisoners, but also to employees.

Going into the office, Liebenstein approached the table on which lay a thick tutu of correspondence, but then changed his mind and went to the mirror which hung on the wall. It has become a habit Liebenstein and looking in the mirror, he tried to guess how many years of life allotted to him by fate.Today mirror upset him. At him watched a tired man with a bald head, a high forehead, bright eyes and slightly pendulous lower lip, give the face capriciously contemptuous expression.
"I shall soon be fifty three, but look much older." thought suddenly Liebenstein. "But should not be offended. Appearance corresponds spent on life forces." He sighed and tried to do his reflected more attractive. After several unsuccessful attempts, his efforts were rewarded. Seeing in the mirror wise human, with an iron serenity staring at him, Liebenstein in a much better mood returned to the table.
Today it was painted by the minute, but remembering the last call the FBI director, Liebenstein decided first comply with the request the head of this department. Pulling out of the safe folder labeled "Nadezhda Smirnova", he opened it, and wearing a nose glasses, absorbed in reading.
A long time in the office was heard only the rustle of turning pages. The face Liebenstein, in the process of examining documents in the folder, from soulfully-calm gradually turned to exasperation-evil. He was particularly interested in the pictures. Expanding them as a card game, Liebenstein long shifted color and black and white Photos from place to place, and finally selecting one of them, held it to eyes.
"Hmm, surprisingly photogenic face." unhappy he muttered under his breath. "It seems that Russian decided are sending us some beauties." Contemplation photos if not changed expression his face then a little softened cutting through his deep wrinkles. Putting the Photo aside, Liebenstein put the folder back into the safe, and looking at his watch, pressed the button selector.
"I listen to you, Mr. Director..." heard from the speaker squeaky voice secretary.
"No, it I am listening to you!" interrupted Liebenstein and suffused with anger, shouted into the speaker. "Fifteen minutes ago, I called to me deputy and the head of the block of strict regime. Where are they?.."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Director..."  secretary voice trembled, and could be heard as she dropped the phone number on the floor. "I called them..." after a few seconds he heard her voice again. "But they are not turned on the spot."
"What!.." Liebenstein got up from the table. "How many times have I said that in the morning all were in their places and were waiting for my call."
"But they have done so..." justified by the secretary. "Then them caused to issue a new prisoner..."
"Which a prisoner?" shouted Liebenstein. "Is the work of the senior warden and not my deputy."
"All right, but this woman has sent the FBI..." quickly said the secretary. "And your deputy found it necessary to meet them in person."
Liebenstein paused for a second and then slowly sat down in the chair.
"FBI?.. What's her name?" he asked.
They could hear the secretary turning the pages of the magazine.
"I found..." heard at last Liebenstein, her voice. "Her name is Sylvia Carro."
Remembering yesterday's conversation with the director of the FBI, Liebenstein vaguely grunted.
"Well, then everything is clear...  When they finish, let me will drop." already normal voice he said.

Half an hour later at the office door knocked and on his doorstep, there were two in the blue uniforms of the figure.
"Come!.." reading on lying before him documents, allowed Liebenstein.
When come employees sat in the chair opposite, he put a report to the side, took off the nose glasses and looked at them. To his left was a man the same age, too, is absolutely bald and trying to hide her excitement, fiddling with a large black folder.
His face is constantly changing its expression and of absolute calm became tense and anxious. Caught a glance Liebenstein, he shifted in his chair and nodded to him.
Liebenstein looked at another man, and found him by the contemplation of paintings hanging on the wall. Noticing that the director looks at him, he was troubled, and folded his hands on his knees, letting him know his whole appearance that carefully listens to him. His face was covered with a blush, and deep-set eyes staring at Liebenstein faithfully.
"Employees do not choose..." thought Liebenstein and put on the table the selected photo.
"Gentlemen!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "Before us is a very important task that we must meet as soon as possible. And arrived today Sylvia Carro is along with us one of its performers."
Seeing how his subordinates nodded, Liebenstein continued.
"Look at this photo..." he pointed to a photo on the table. "Tomorrow the FBI transfers us this woman and depends on us, how soon she'll be back there again. I hope you understand what I'm saying?"
"Of course, sir!" assured Liebenstein his to the left deputy. "I think at this beauty, we do not spend a lot of time. Our cameras are equipped with the most modern equipment, we not only learn from her all the information, but also to make work for themselves."
Liebenstein made a gesture of protest.
"I do not want to upset you, Mark, but the director of the FBI said that she was a hard nut to crack. And to this nut chew we have to try."
Liebenstein turned to the officer sitting on the right.
"How faring Green?.." he asked.
Officer  jumped up and clearly enunciating the words, said.
"Green right, sir!"
Liebenstein flick of the wrist put him in his place, and taking up the phone and ordered his secretary to connect it with the director of the FBI. When the phone rang in his voice, Liebenstein, clicking on a friendly tone, said.
"Hello Steve!.. I about our conversation yesterday. Can send your ward. We organize her warm welcome here."