That summer, my parents sent me on vacation to my grandmother in Voronezh, where I was supposed to spend three whole months. During one of my walks, three boys came up to me and invited me to go climbing through the attics with them. They were about 14 years old, like me, so I happily went with them. We climbed into the attic of a neighboring house, it was dark and dusty, but in the farthest corner there was something like a room - there was an old sofa, cigarette butts and rags were lying on the floor, a dim light was shining. There were four other boys sitting there, they were 18-19 years old, and they were laughing loudly at something. My new friends sat down next to them and began drinking from the bottle. They offered it to me too - it was awkward to refuse, so I took a sip. It was vodka. I was a little tipsy from the vodka, so when they suddenly attacked me for no reason and threw me to the floor, I didn’t even really understand what had happened. One guy, the healthiest and drunkest, began to rip off my jeans, while the other two held my hands. I tried to resist as best I could, but then the one who was undressing me hit me hard in the face with his fist, and I lost consciousness. I woke up and realized that I was lying, pinned to the floor by someone’s hands, without pants, and someone was fucking me from behind. I passed out from unbearable pain and horror, having previously been kicked in the gut, and the guys let me go in a circle. Five people raped me, but when I came to my senses, there was no one around, and I was lying in a puddle of my own urine and blood. I returned home late in the evening, told my grandmother that I had gotten into a fight with the neighbor kids, and then locked myself in my room and didn’t come out for two days. All this time I was shaking terribly and sick, my bones and my whole body were aching. I cried and wanted to die, just not to live with the shame of being “lowered.” Worried by calls from my grandmother who did not understand anything, my parents came for me and took me back to Moscow. More than three years have passed since then, but I have not forgotten anything. It is clear that I did not tell anyone about everything that happened, but preferred to keep everything to myself, thinking only that I would certainly take revenge on these bastards. I know that this will happen, I can’t live any other way.

Andrey, Moscow

Commentary by investigator V. Gorodetsky:

RAPE is considered one of the most serious and widespread attacks on the sexual freedom of adults and the sexual integrity of minors. The most common rapes are heterosexuals of a sexual nature, but sometimes rape is committed by bisexuals. Rape causes serious not only physical but also mental trauma to the victim and often contributes to the formation of a negative attitude towards sexual intercourse, which can subsequently affect her family happiness.

Who are they?

Most rapists are young people. They are not "dirty old perverts" at all. Most people convicted of rape are between the ages of 15 and 24. Many adult rapists, while in prison, admitted that they committed their first crime of this kind at the age of 14, i.e., while still at school.

Why do they do this?

Rapists commit crimes for a variety of reasons. But in many cases, they commit crimes for the sake of a sense of power and control over a helpless victim. Some rapists try to express their aggressive attitude in this way. These people experience intense rage and irritation, which can for a long time carry within themselves without release, and commit violence not at all for the sake of sexual gratification.

In a circle

In a circle CIRCLE, -a (-u), in a circle and in a circle, in a circle and in a circle, pl. -i, -ov, m.

Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary. S.I. Ozhegov, N.Yu. Shvedova. 1949-1992 .

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• Guitar in a circle. Almanac, 2010 (+ CD), . The first edition of the almanac "Guitar in a Circle" contains poems and songs from famous singer-songwriters of the 1960-1980s. Leningrad period, as well as the works of the new generation of St. Petersburg residents...
• Metro 2033. Race in a circle, Shkil Evgeniy Yurievich. This has never happened before! Welcome to the great Hanseatic Games - a mixture of the Olympics of the present with races for survival and gladiatorial battles of the past! In the darkness of the tunnels with your rivals you can...

how young boys passed me around in a circle. A few years ago... my mother and I went to Sochi... at that time I was suffering from a love-sickness for a young man... we had been intimate with him for more than a year... but I heard dirty rumors. ..that my young man was engaged in intimacy not only with me...or rather, far from only with me...
I wanted to marry him... and couldn’t understand... how he couldn’t appreciate me... well, not a super model... but a very appetizing girl... with a big lush breast... a plump ass ...with green eyes...I studied at the institute...and my parents are worthy...why doesn’t he marry me...so worthy of a husband...and gets stuck with peteushnits...with such a mood below the plinth ...I went with my mother to Sochi...

My mother bought tickets in the compartment... and we had to travel to Sochi for about 36 hours on the train... then I didn’t have a laptop... and the player was not great... so I understood... that I have to suffer from boredom for a day and a half on this train...
We entered the compartment... and settled down... got out fluffy buns with boiled condensed milk and some other snacks... to relieve boredom... it was evening... I tried to read a book... but my thoughts were confused... and I mentally imagined my handsome man... for whom I suffered... I started thinking about him... and for some reason my thoughts dragged me into imagining sex with him... how he pleasured me... how I rode on top of him... I tried to think about something else... but about no matter what I thought... after a couple of minutes I still imagined... his movements in me... my pussy was already wet from my memories... and dreams... and began to moan... I really wanted to sit on penis and rub...the more I thought...the more I wanted...it became quite late...I decided to go to bed...but before that...I decided to go to the toilet...

I put on a robe... and went. along the corridor... my robe was... a brown tight-fitting dress made of hebe material... the robe hugged my big breasts and round butt... I was already half asleep walking along the corridor... several young men were standing in the corridor... when I walked near them... they stared at me... and began to whisper... I even liked it... that someone liked me... since my self-esteem fell through the roof after my cable. ..
I left the toilet... and I wanted... for those young people to still be there... and for them to look at me again...
I walked down the corridor... but there was no one there and I even felt sad...

Suddenly... one of the compartments opened... someone grabbed my hand... and dragged me inside... there were four young men sitting there... I was a little scared... and then I thought that they might be here with me to do...there are so many people in the circle...and there are police on the train...
I became a little bolder...the young people looked very decent...well dressed and very nice...They were sitting at the table and in front of them were various sandwiches...on the table there was a bottle of vodka and what seemed to be cognac...They were nice to me smiled and invited me to sit down...

I decided to sit with these cute boys for a while... I practically don’t drink... but they poured me some cognac and I drank quite a bit... we sat and talked... they joked... told some jokes... via for a while I felt... that something was wrong with me... I felt dizzy and the picture swam before my eyes... I thought I was seasick... I don’t like transport at all... I told the young people ...that I needed to take a walk...that I wasn’t feeling well...but they started joking and poured me more cognac...a couple of minutes later...the picture before my eyes completely swam...I tried to get up... but my legs gave way...one of the young men caught me...and then...they started pawing me...the one who caught me when I fell...lifted my robe...he groped for my panties and began to pull them off. ..

He pulled down my panties... the second... pulled off my robe... and unclasped my bra... I understood... that something was wrong... that it was not normal what they were doing to me... but consciousness completely narrowed... and I was like a doll... I felt warm... good... I was either completely drunk... or they had drugged me with something else... but at that moment I felt somehow indifferent......after a while I realized that I was completely naked and next to me stood four naked men with erect penises...

I didn’t even have time to look at their members...as they put me doggy style on the bed...and spread my legs wide......almost immediately...someone’s shaft penetrated me...and it began...for me it became even warmer... the trunk was pulling on me, I understood... that there was no point in talking about tenderness here... the dick was just pulling on me... pounding...... the dick was driving along the walls of my pussy... rubbing. ..and I felt so good...the penis was not small at all...and reached my uterus...and beat against it...the guy inside me didn’t last long...he came violently into me... to replace his penis... which... had just been taken out of me... howled, a second one was thrust in... that one had a smaller member... I felt it in my cave... not so big and not too thick. ..he also started pounding me... the guy grabbed me by the hips and started pushing his shaft onto me...

He pounded me and pounded me......it’s strange, but for some reason he couldn’t cum...I heard his friends...began to reprimand him...that it had long been their turn to fuck me, and he was delaying that turn. ..he still poked at me...but after a couple of minutes...he never finished and his friends just pushed me away...they turned me around......one lay down on the bed and told me to sit on him but not facing him, but with his back... the second one stood next to him and began poking his dick in my face... I sat on one... it really hurt... because as I understood in this position... the dick is real penetrates deeply...as soon as I sat down...the one who was below me...began to knead my ass...which was practically in front of his face...he painfully kneaded and squeezed it...at the same time lifting it pelvis...so his dick was drilling my pussy...he was drilling my pussy quickly...without stopping...his movements were like a sewing machine...

The second one... shoved his dick into my mouth... and said... what should I do... I first... began to lick the shaft of his penis... then began to suck the head of his penis... from below I was fucked by one ...and I sucked the flax of the second one...then...I began to lick his testicles...and with my hand I jerked his penis...the one...who could not finish also came up...and told me to I licked him...and jerked off the first one...I didn’t understand what I was doing......as it turned out...that I was already sucking three in turn...since the one...that the first one came in me... had already recovered and was also pushing his pussy into my mouth...... finally... the one that was under me... sped up his movements... his already not small penis was still swollen... and so he began to simply drive his dick into me......quickly...drive it in and he came...also into me...I didn’t use protection...and I had a thought...

That it was dangerous for me to have fun like that... but I immediately forgot about everything... because another guy lay down in the same position... he also squeezed and kneaded my ass... and also began to drive his dick into me.. .alone...I don’t remember anymore who came in my mouth...I wasn’t painfully conscious before that...I’ve been dizzy for a long time...everything has blurred for me...I just remember... that everything was going in a circle......they shoved dicks into my mouth...I licked them along the length...sucked and sucked the testicles...sucked the heads...they put me in doggy style and fucked me from behind...under they laid me down and fucked me from below...then I remember...they put me on my back and lifted my legs high...two of them held my legs wide...and one had me on top...and so...everything merged with me. ..either from the wine I drank...or from something else...I didn’t want to resist at all...after some time...

My men were completely exhausted......I remember they wiped my body with a damp towel...because all of me smelled of nothing but sperm...after a few more minutes I was walking along the corridor to my compartment...after another 5 minutes I slept... the next morning I woke up late... with a beastly appetite, my mother didn’t even notice that I was gone for at least a couple of hours last night... I was fine... I even ate too much and fell asleep.. ....and slept almost until the evening when I ate again and went back to sleep...in the morning we arrived in Sochi.........I was happy...For 14 days we had to swim...sunbathe... and go to concerts......I got out of the carriage and met my lovers...I said hello and walked on arm in arm with my mother...

In a small village in Sysertsky district Sverdlovsk region continues (name changed). For six months, he was very cruelly bullied by five teenagers: Misha P., Kostya P., Kostya N., Semyon V., Ivan B. (all names and surnames have been changed throughout the material).

We talked to them.

Grown men stripped us and made us kneel

First of all, we came to visit Misha P. The teenager met us with his mother. They immediately complained to us that unknown people had beaten Misha the other day.

Mother: We had to go to the police and undergo examination. Now we must be given a conclusion that my son was beaten. His whole chest is blue! (The guy begins to show wounds on his lip and barely noticeable bruises on his leg.)

Misha: There are abrasions here, a bruise here.

Life: Who beat you up?

Misha: Maxim, I don’t know his last name. He is already an adult, about thirty years old.

Life: When did he beat you?

Misha: Day before yesterday. Near house number 7, near Possovet (district in the village. - Approx. Life).

Life: Tell me how it was?

Misha: We built a house with friends, sat and relaxed. I don't know how they found us. One came up and pulled me out of the house by the hood. First they kicked me, then they took me to the car, forced me to undress, forced me to my knees, kicked me some more, then took me to a house behind a fence and beat me some more. They asked questions in the house. I said that I didn't do it. Next they brought Kostya P., he was also beaten, he admitted that he did it, that he raped Pasha S. That’s it, then he was taken home, I was also released. I come home, and there is a UAZ with police officers. I hid, thinking it was behind me. Because Pasha S.’s mother, when she beat me, said that she would put me in jail. She was with her son.

Life: Who else was there?

Misha: Pasha’s mother, Pasha, some guy, I don’t know his name, was Sveta, she was about forty.

Life: So there were no children there?

Misha: Only Pasha S. and Kostya P. First Pasha S. said that I was not there, then he said that I was standing next to him, and then that I also raped him.

Life: Do you even understand what you are accused of?

Misha: In rape. They said that I took people to garages. First he beat me, and then he took me to garages. I said I didn't hit or drive. Kostya P. said that it happened once. In winter. We were told that Semyon V. raped him 10 times, Kostya P. raped him 10 times, and I raped him twice. I think that Semyon V. could not do such a thing, but Kostya P., since he confessed, it means he did it. I didn't do that either.

Kostya admitted it himself

Life: We came about Pasha.

Kostya: Pasha S.?

Life: Yes. We were told that you might have been involved...

Kostya: I don't know, I wasn't there at all.

Life: Or maybe you know who raped him?

Kostya: I only know from rumors: Kostya N., Semyon V., Misha P. and Ivan B.

Life: Do you know Pasha?

Kostya: Yes.

Life: What do you know about rape?

Kostya: I was just told that Misha P., Ivan B. and Kostya N. he was raped.

Life: Who told you this?

Kostya: Kostya N.

Life: What did he rape?

Kostya: Yes.

Life: Did he confess to you that he raped you?

Kostya: Yes.

Life: How long ago?

Kostya: Three months ago.

Our son is sick, they just scared him

The teenager’s mother and father came out of Kostya N.’s house to talk to us, but the guy himself remained outside the door.

Mother: We ourselves cannot figure anything out.

Life: What is your opinion, who could have done this?

Father: They will now turn the arrows on each other. They did a lot of business and did not expect that there would be any responsibility. They are scared and blame everything on each other. Our son could not participate in this. For example, there was even a video where he was threatened with violence and he said a lot about himself.

Life: What is this video and who made the threat?

Father: Guys from the street.

Life: Have you seen this video?

Mother: Yes, one child has it on his phone.

Life: What's in the video? Is your son being beaten?

Father: You understand, you don’t know our son, there’s no need to beat him. It’s enough for him to just say that we will hurt you, and he will say what is necessary. He's sick, if anything.

Mother: We talked with our son, Kostya told them: “What are you doing?” And who will listen to him? He's a weakling! He cannot answer them anything. They beat him up at school too. Although he is older and taller. They all beat him up, he's afraid of them all.

Life: So he tried to stop them?

Mother: Yes. The first time was at the garages. The guys were walking home and met Pasha S., and somewhere in the garages this all happened. Since February, how much time has passed? March, April, May, June, July, August, September, and it’s unclear how many times it happened.

At first I wanted to strangle him myself, but what’s the point...

We talked with the parents of Semyon V.

Mother: I have a 13 year old child! What the hell can rape be?!

Life: Tell us your version.

Mother: What should I tell you? My hair stands on end! I don’t know this boy, but I talked to mine. He says he didn't touch it. Beat - beat! Who isn't fighting now?

Life: What about the rest?

Mother: What will he say about the others, does he need it?

Life: It's just that kids are talking at each other now.

Mother: What remains for them? There’s one thing I don’t understand, the incident happened in February, they pulled it in September, my child was in the hospital in February. He's actually my boyfriend - I need to look for more like him. The fact that he is annoying to me - yes, I don’t argue, he can hit me in the face. Maybe easily, but in such a way as to rape someone - but never. And why rape?! What, at 13 years old! What is there? Mine definitely doesn’t have anything yet.

Life: What do they say at the prosecutor's office?

Mother: We arrived at the prosecutor's office, they told us that Semyon raped the boy three times. Semyon’s hair also stands on end.

Life: Why are they talking about your son?

Mother: Because my son has been behaving badly for three years now, so all the blame goes to him. When I started fifth grade, the whole school shuddered. And now Syomka is always the last one with me.

Life: Was he interrogated?

Mother: Yes, they took him to Sysert, he says he didn’t touch him. And when they took them to the police, the guys there treated the guys harshly. There they began to attack each other. We were not allowed into the office. I heard them screaming, some clicks, I thought they were beating me. I came in, all the children were in tears.

When you watch on the news that something is happening somewhere, you think, wow, let’s run over everyone. And here, in my village, and I also have such a problem with my child. At first I wanted to strangle him myself, but what’s the point... I don’t believe in it. The only thing, he says, in the police office they put pressure on us and I started saying what I did and what I didn’t do. If he had even confessed to me, I would have known how to behave. Everyone understands perfectly well that they feel sorry for that child, it’s a psychological trauma...

Life: That is, it was, do you think?

Mother: Well, for some reason they took the examination. She won’t take it off just like that. Later, when we left there, we asked the boys to tell us what and how, but they were intimidated. They were told that they would be taken to Kirovgrad for juvenile detention (a colony for juvenile delinquents in the Sverdlovsk region, which is known for its harsh criminal procedures among convicts. - Approx. Life). I said in the office that I don’t believe it and won’t believe it until I hear on a polygraph that it’s true, then I’ll believe it. Semyonka couldn’t!

Life: As a father and son, did you communicate on this topic?

Father: I talked to my son, but he says that he beat me, but he didn’t rape me. I asked him to be honest, but he said: “Dad, no.”

Life: Did you say who raped?

Father: I didn't really ask, but he says, Kostya N. and Kostya P.

Life: Do you think your son is capable of this?

Father: He wouldn't do that. I could beat you, but there’s no market!

It's all about the music column

A drunken father fell to pieces from the house of the last guy, whose last name was named by the victim Pasha. We talked with Ivan B. in the presence of his grandmother.

Ivan: I know that Kostya P. and Semyon V. extorted five thousand rubles from Pasha for a small music speaker. It belonged to Kostya P., and Pasha broke it. It costs 300 rubles. I didn't see how they rape, I just assume that since they extorted, they could rape.

The circle is closed. This tangle is now being sorted out by the Investigative Committee of the Sverdlovsk Region. Let us remind you that the regional investigative department is currently conducting an investigation in connection with the incident. But in relation to only four boys, which one of these five is unknown. Everything is hidden in the mystery of the investigation.

These four teenagers at the time of committing illegal actions had not reached the age of attraction to criminal liability(14 years old), provided for in Part 2 of Art. 20 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. That is, the question of bringing to criminal liability under the article “Violent acts of a sexual nature” cannot be raised in this particular case, the department notes. - At the same time, the Investigative Department of the Regional Investigative Committee is currently continuing a separate pre-investigation check on this fact, within the framework of which these four teenagers have already been transferred to home schooling and, by a court decision, will be transferred to a closed educational institution.

The investigative department for the city of Sysert of the Investigative Committee of Russia for the Sverdlovsk Region has opened and is investigating a criminal case on the grounds of a crime under Part 1 of Art. 293 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation (negligence).According to the investigation, the incident became possible as a result of the failure to take the necessary measures by officials of the prevention system responsible for preventing delinquency among minors and preventing their neglect.

I think if you came to read, you are intrigued by the title, let’s not delay...

I was 14 years old, my parents were celebrating their wedding anniversary. 15 years in perfect harmony, one can only envy. It was decided to limit ourselves to tea, cake with the family, and, finally, to take 2 daughters (me and my sister) away to relatives. Of course, this is not such a long time, but it would not have happened without gifts. My father’s older sister gave me an interesting box, I liked it so much and I couldn’t resist... While no one was looking, I opened it and I saw the instructions, as well as a vibrator, not of the worst quality.))) The device had 4 speeds, 3 modes vibrations, a couple of boxes of lubricant and a couple more stray items, the purpose of which I still don’t know. I laughed and twirled it in my hands. I was still caught at the crime scene and I got a pretty good deal for my curiosity, but that’s not the point.

Afterwards, I didn’t know about the fate of this thing and only now my mother shared it with me, between the girls. My parents didn’t like the vibrator, well, according to my mother, they didn’t even try it... A month later, they gave it to my uncle for his birthday (don’t be surprised, it’s a big family). They also didn’t use it there, saying it wasn’t for our people, and gave it to my aunt, she, in turn, gave it to another sister, and so, a year later, the vibrator came back for my mother’s birthday. We laughed for a long time, no one wanted to pick up this thing, although the whole circle of people assured us no, no, they didn’t even open it! The only reassuring thing was that the penultimate destination, the elder sister-doctor, was boiling over everything out of habit. After friendly gatherings, it was decided to give away the vibrator!!! And so that it doesn’t come back, give it to your mom at work.

No sooner said than done, my mother gave this miracle of technology to a friend at work. Well, that’s it, the story is over and the ways of the vibrator are inscrutable... No such luck, my mother told this story for one simple reason, after 2 years, another colleague returned this vibrator to work, an enterprise of almost 700 people! Mom’s surprise was probably indescribable, it was fate or something... Not like the vibrator, it became creepy to touch the box. We decided to end it once and for all, we didn’t throw it in the trash, you never know it would come back, mom took out a bag, took a shovel and we went outside the garden, dug a hole, laid the bag and covered everything tightly with earth. We thought that in thousands of years our descendants would find it and wonder what it was for, but the plans were ruined by the spring season. The neighbors bought the plot and plowed the land, naturally, the bag was discovered, moreover, by our dog. When the Pekingese Kiryan dragged this package into the yard, my mother began to cry... Now the package is buried in the basement, my mother says that she is scared to be in the same house with this thing.)))