LIYA SHADAT PRESENTS – «MAGICAL DUBAI- 2»
Magical Dubai – 2
Collection of Short Stories
– stories of women
– people from CIS countries who came to this country in the late 90s and early 2000s… All the stories are based on real events, about women serving different terms of imprisonment in the city of Dubai.
Readers: it will be interesting for those who have been or want to visit Dubai!
Content of the book :
1 – ..............................Sandra and the suitcase.
2 – .................................Two Anush Mavsisyan
3 – ..…………Kolobok – Victoria /Child Support/
4 – ..................................Natasha and curlers.
5 – ……Zukhra Israilova is an incorrect surname
6 – …………Katka is an actress
STORY #1
Sandra and the suitcase.
Sandra was frowning. Sleepless nights in the police station, chattering bengals, huge African women taken for the transportation of drugs, always chewing hamburgers, suggested that they spent the entire fee for the goods to fill the womb, But most of all she was «finished off» by the grinning faces of the cops asking stupid questions about her suitcase.
And therefore, when she was brought to prison and put in the section, she went to the room indicated to her, immediately fell on the bed and fell into a sound sleep. After sleeping for almost half a day, she woke up, took a shower, drank coffee and crossed her legs on the bed, sitting in the lotus position, began to wonder how much she would be awarded for the suitcase, damn it…
When she came to Dubai in 2002 to look for a job, she found it almost immediately. At the hotel «Sharaton», at the reception. She was taken without hindrance. External data and age met the standards + good English. True, the salary is not very good, but for a novice employee, and this is not bad + bonuses and most importantly – she was given housing for which she did not have to pay. Besides, she really liked the UAE. The warm climate, the sea, though a desert, but with its charms in the form of a safari, as well as all kinds of projects under construction and growing like mushrooms after rain, called the 8th wonder of the world. And most importantly, people are residents and tourists from all over the world. Although she could see them mostly at her work, at the hotel. Sometimes, on weekends, she, along with those working with her, went shopping in spacious malls.
I went on a yacht a couple of times, celebrated the birthday of the hotel manager, Lebanese Hosni. This went on for about 3 years. The job suited her. Every half a year, money was added to her salary, she had free access to the jim room, was a frequent guest at Lady Knight’s parties. And everything would be fine, but as Sandra herself admitted, she was lonely. No, of course, she had sex once a week, with one of the attendants. But she wanted more: more money, more free time for herself.
Sandra got all her desires at once, but in a different equivalent…
One weekend, Monica, her friend, also from Romania, called her, as did Sandra herself. After chatting about this and that, I asked what she was doing tonight. Sandra replied that nothing, just lying on the couch and clicking the Internet. Monica suggested going somewhere to unwind. She, like Sandra, also worked at the hotel. Sandra agreed. After hastily taking a shower, making light makeup, she began to think about what to wear, Monica stressed that she should look sexy. And that meant a short mini dress and a high heel. Sandra had all this arsenal, since her statuesque figure allowed her to wear it all. Having met in the evening in one of the bars of a recently opened 5-star hotel, the friends, after exchanging compliments to each other, ordered cocktails and sat down on a spinning stool, began to slowly sip an invigorating drink and look at the invited guests.
The audience was similar to the one that Sandra constantly met and saw off, working at her hotel, at the reception. Nothing new and interesting. Except for one bald guy with nearsightedness glasses who had been staring at her all evening. After going to dance a couple of times on the dance floor, she saw him there, next to her and again staring at her. He himself was nothing unusual. «Tall, thin build, or European, or Scandinavian,» Sandra thought to herself.
She shared her thought with Monica. That, having examined the specified subject from all sides, slightly grinning, whispered to Sandra :
– He’s hitting on you.
– How is that? Sandra was surprised.
– Usually. Takes it for charm. They are sometimes filmed here.
«And the police?» Sandra asked.
– This is the 5th hotel. Halam-balam don’t come here. There are practically no cops here. Mostly businessmen stop by.
Sandra looked around. And indeed, the men around were either Europeans or Americans, judging by the pronunciation. There were almost no women. Besides them and Monica, there may be 5 more pieces for the whole bar, and then with boyfriends. Judging by the fact that he and Monica spent the whole evening together, the bespectacled man took her for a prostitute filming.
