post, left ataru, the post, netaru , sakhman, he left sakhman, post, he said at lunchtime, he came,f back and forth, something oh, i’m tired, tosi barefoot, in the end in the evening he was not there, and the container was left without a person, and no one saw exactly where, in which direction he went, you know, but he left, that’s what’s strange, half of the farm workers smile and don’t complain about anything, aren’t they intimidated, others accuse them of slavery, there are a lot of questions in this story, for example, telephones, the prisoners supposedly had them, but for some reason they they never used it to call for help, or svetlana, during her time in captivity, managed to give birth, and not in the stable, in the city hospital, but even there she didn’t even hint about her trouble in a whisper, they say, who needs her without documents, all the passports ulisov kept documents with him, as if she herself personally she gave it away, they don’t owe money, well, for the first children, who are in her houses somewhere. she puts together, well, like her, elements, my wife paid