I went to the court of the city of October (Bashkyria)

I write a petition "on the move", which is called. In front of me is the door to the courtroom, from where the judge and the roasted prosecutor fly straight out. I hear this conversation in the room (I don’t see the participants yet):
I am not being transported to the colony.
- No, you have to get to the colony before 10 June. To get on its way.
How will I get there? That is worth money.
I don’t know, make money. You have more than a month.

At this point, the speakers are leaving the hall and I understand where the judge and the prosecutor have gone. The young girl is a lawyer, by appointment. Her defendant is a typical alcoholic, with a face swollen to horror, the smell of garlic coming from him is deadly. The advocate becomes pale and red, almost vomiting.
Alcatraz gives out:
What if I don’t get it until June 10th?
- Then you will be convoyed there and can be further punished!
and A! Then I’ll wait – Alkas was delighted...