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July 1988
13th Detainment Center
“Zurab, you’re about to see one of the greatest secrets of this nation,” Saakashvili said.
“Oh? I am honored then,” Nadarejshvili replied.
“This is where a good deal of our money is going, it’s needed for a multitude of reasons,” Saakashvili continued.
“Can you tell me what it is?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“This is the 13th Detainment Center. Prisons, you could say, but there’s a lot more going on here. Physiological experiments, just ways to see how people react to different methods,” Saakashvili replied.
“Are they criminals?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“For the most part,” Saakashvili answered.
The car they were driving came to a stop. The two men exited the vehicle. Nadarejshvili looked up to see a large building enclosed in large brick wall with barb wire attached to the tops. The two men walked to the gate where armed guards opened the gate and allowed them in.
Inside, the facility looked very nice. There were gardens and people walking around. There were two large buildings adjunct to each other. That’s where the criminals were housed, separated by sex. The two men walked into the male building because Saakashvili wanted to see them personally.
Nadarejshvili noticed that the people there weren’t suffering from malnutrition, but they were thin. Some of the criminals had scars along their bodies, they looked like surgical scars. Nadarejshvili’s thoughts were interrupted when a man walked up to the Executor and shook his hand.
“Can you wait here, Mr. Nadarejshvili?” the man asked and Nadarejshvili nodded.
It was a few minutes and the people in the building just stared at Nadarejshvili, then a little boy came up to him, Nadarejshvili was entirely shocked that a child was here.
“Who are you?” the boy asked.
“Minister Zurab Nadarejshvili, who are you?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“Are you a religious Minister? Is that why you’re here?” the boy asked.
“What?” Nadarejshvili asked, confused.
“Will you help us?” the boy interrupted.
Before Nadarejshvili could answer, the Executor came back and the boy scurried off. The Executor and Nadarejashvili walked out of the building and went back to the car.
The man was with them before they left and Nadarejshvili asked “where did they get the scars?”
“We remove their organs, the ones who have the same blood type as government members,” the man replied.
Nadarejshvili sat into the car and the two drove off. Saakashvili was talking on and on and Nadarejshvili said in his head ”Yes, yes I will.”
13th Detainment Center
“Zurab, you’re about to see one of the greatest secrets of this nation,” Saakashvili said.
“Oh? I am honored then,” Nadarejshvili replied.
“This is where a good deal of our money is going, it’s needed for a multitude of reasons,” Saakashvili continued.
“Can you tell me what it is?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“This is the 13th Detainment Center. Prisons, you could say, but there’s a lot more going on here. Physiological experiments, just ways to see how people react to different methods,” Saakashvili replied.
“Are they criminals?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“For the most part,” Saakashvili answered.
The car they were driving came to a stop. The two men exited the vehicle. Nadarejshvili looked up to see a large building enclosed in large brick wall with barb wire attached to the tops. The two men walked to the gate where armed guards opened the gate and allowed them in.
Inside, the facility looked very nice. There were gardens and people walking around. There were two large buildings adjunct to each other. That’s where the criminals were housed, separated by sex. The two men walked into the male building because Saakashvili wanted to see them personally.
Nadarejshvili noticed that the people there weren’t suffering from malnutrition, but they were thin. Some of the criminals had scars along their bodies, they looked like surgical scars. Nadarejshvili’s thoughts were interrupted when a man walked up to the Executor and shook his hand.
“Can you wait here, Mr. Nadarejshvili?” the man asked and Nadarejshvili nodded.
It was a few minutes and the people in the building just stared at Nadarejshvili, then a little boy came up to him, Nadarejshvili was entirely shocked that a child was here.
“Who are you?” the boy asked.
“Minister Zurab Nadarejshvili, who are you?” Nadarejshvili asked.
“Are you a religious Minister? Is that why you’re here?” the boy asked.
“What?” Nadarejshvili asked, confused.
“Will you help us?” the boy interrupted.
Before Nadarejshvili could answer, the Executor came back and the boy scurried off. The Executor and Nadarejashvili walked out of the building and went back to the car.
The man was with them before they left and Nadarejshvili asked “where did they get the scars?”
“We remove their organs, the ones who have the same blood type as government members,” the man replied.
Nadarejshvili sat into the car and the two drove off. Saakashvili was talking on and on and Nadarejshvili said in his head ”Yes, yes I will.”