A Husband and Wife Are One Satan
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This new collection of linked short stories from award-winning author Jeff Fearnside explores the lives of ordinary people in Kazakhstan as they face the challenges of post-Soviet transition in the early 21st century. These stories illuminate the soul of a people tested by their circumstances: a man struggling between tradition and his conscienc
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A Husband and Wife Are One Satan - Jeff Fearnside
Accomplices to a Tradition
I’d almost made it home to my microregion when I was flagged down. I stopped, grabbed my registration papers from the glove compartment—and some money from the ashtray in case I needed to pay a bribe—but before I could get out of the car, the policeman was already standing at my door.
I need a ride,
he said.
I’d seen him at this corner many times before. If I refused him now, he would likely make my life difficult later. So even though my wife was waiting for me, I motioned for him to get in. I was guessing he wanted to buy some vodka and then have me take him home.
Go to the next street and turn right,
he said from the back seat. I did, but as we were passing the store that sold liquor, he didn’t say anything more.
Here?
I asked.
Farther. I’ll tell you when to stop.
He asked for a cigarette, and we both lit up. He was a strong-looking ethnic Kazakh, though not as strong as me, about my age. I was twenty-five then, newly married, and though it was a beautiful summer evening, I wanted to get home to my wife. But we just drove along in silence, him pointing directions, until we were nearly out of town. Now I began getting worried. Was he taking me somewhere out of the way so he could shake me down for a really big bribe? Then why did he stop me, just another young guy in an old Lada? I’d only just started working as a guard at one of the tourist hotels in town, and my wife and I were still living with my parents.
There,
he said finally, pointing to three people standing by the last bus stop at the end of town, where the steppe began. I need to pick up my friends.
I stopped, and they all got in, a young man with a bag and a girl holding roses joining the policeman in back, another girl sitting up front with me. They all looked like ethnic Kazakhs, the new guy also about twenty-five, the girls about eighteen.
Do you know the lake?
the policeman asked. I nodded. Good. That’s where we’re going.
I looked at my gas gauge. The policeman must have been looking over my shoulder because he said, You have enough.
He then said something to his friends in Kazakh, and they all laughed.
I was beginning to wish he had just asked me for a bribe and let me go. This was going to end up costing me a lot, I figured, but I didn’t know what else to do. So I just started driving and tried to enjoy myself, lighting up another cigarette. It was hot out on the steppe, but still very beautiful. I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn’t been driving but drinking a little vodka instead. The guy with the bag must have been thinking the same, because after about five minutes he pulled out a bottle. They passed it