Warning: This book contains graphic descriptions of violence, brutality, and sexual exploitation. Sensitive readers are advised to proceed with caution.
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Fly Hunter: The Story of an Inquisitor is a gripping and unsettling exploration of the dark corners of human nature and the corrupting influence of absolute power. This novel delves into the life of Aman-Jalil, a ruthless inquisitor who navigates a world where cruelty and betrayal are the norms.
The protagonist, Aman-Jalil, rises from a childhood marred by poverty and violence to become a key figure in a brutal regime. Serving under Iosif Besarionis, he ascends to the head of the NKVD. In this role, Aman-Jalil wields immense power with ruthless efficiency, orchestrating a series of brutal killings disguised as suicides, manipulating those around him, and spreading fear to maintain control.
Aman-Jalil's early life is filled with scenes of violence and despair, shaping him into a person who finds solace in an unusual and macabre hobby: hunting flies. This pastime becomes a metaphor for his later actions as he manipulates, betrays, and destroys those around him with impunity.
Throughout the novel, Aman-Jalil's cunning and ruthlessness are on full display. He manages a network of brothels with Bahar-Gani, exploiting underage girls and further entrenching his power. His interactions are marked by a cold-blooded efficiency as he eliminates enemies and consolidates his control through fear and intimidation.
This novel is not for the faint-hearted. It presents a stark, unflinching look at the depths of human depravity and the brutal realities of life under an oppressive regime. Through Aman-Jalil's journey, readers are invited to witness the harrowing effects of power, the corrupting influence of absolute control, and the devastating consequences of a world without compassion.
Prepare to be captivated and horrified by Fly Hunter: The Story of an Inquisitor, a tale that will linger in your mind long after you've turned the last page.
Chapter 1: Hunting Flies and the Chief Inquisitor
9 January 1905 entered history as Bloody Sunday. On this day, the country experienced one of the most tragic and brutal episodes in its history. In the center of the capital, about 140,000 working-class representatives gathered to peacefully express their discontent and demand better working and living conditions. But their hopes for justice and understanding were cruelly crushed.
Government troops opened fire on the unarmed demonstrators. The streets turned red with blood, and the air was filled with cries of pain and despair. Up to a thousand people were killed, and another two thousand were injured. This act of brutality shocked the entire country and left a deep scar in people's hearts. Families lost their loved ones, children became orphans, and widows found no solace in their grief. Hundreds of the dead lay on the pavements, their bodies becoming a silent indictment against the cruelty and injustice of the authorities.
However, this story did not end with these horrific events. In the book dedicated to the fate of the main character, the events unfold even more tragically. Against the backdrop of Bloody Sunday, even more terrible deeds occur. Thousands more are added to the number of the dead, killed in subsequent repressions. Dozens of women become victims of violence, turning into silent witnesses of human cruelty. Brothels with underage children thrive, serving as grim reminders of how low society can sink in its inhuman quest for power and wealth.
At the center of these events is a little boy, Aman-Jalil, whose path was overshadowed not only by poverty and deprivation but also by the horrors of human cruelty. His life unfolded amidst poverty and vice, where people seemed to have forgotten about kindness and compassion. Each day was a struggle for survival, and every person around him could be both a friend and an enemy.
Aman-Jalil grew up in this world, where cruelty and violence had become the norm, and human life was valued no more than that of an insect. He witnessed how fates were broken, how meanness and betrayal became the norm, and kindness and honesty—the exception. His childhood was filled with scenes of violence and despair that forever left a mark on his soul.
And so, amidst all these tragic events, when the world around him seemed hopeless and cruel, he found solace in his strange hunt.
A plump green fly crawled along the sun-warmed windowpane near the communal restroom at the end of the gallery, stopping occasionally to groom itself. Its bulging eyes closely monitored the strange bipeds, enemies like birds but unlike them, creating an environment for flies with their excrement, food scraps, and piles of garbage. The child remained still, his black, bulging eyes also fixed on the fly, mesmerizing it with an imploring gaze: "freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze"!
And the fly froze. Its front legs flicked, grooming its head, while its hind legs, alternating with the front ones, tended to its abdomen. Thousands of cholera and other dangerous epidemic microbes flew into the air.
Aman-Jalil breathed them in, but even the cholera microbes died as soon as they were sucked into the hump of his nose by the flow of air. Two fingers of the seven-year-old boy's left hand firmly gripped one end of a thick rubber band, while two fingers of his right hand stretched the rubber band across the other end, and his right eye aimed for the target. "In the head, only in the head, dark blood will splatter instantly, short convulsive leg movements, and it's all over … Or maybe in the belly?"
The restroom door clanged open, almost hitting Aman-Jalil. A young man emerged, already completely gray. Spotting Aman-Jalil wiping blood off the rubber band with his fingers, he cried out in despair, just as the fly buzzed:
– Hunting again, you scoundrel? Got nothing better to do?.. Go to the yard, play ball or 'frobbulate', you're learning to kill, let your hands wither…
The man tried to cuff Aman-Jalil, but he dodged and shot back:
– Bam!.. He's going mad…
– Wazir!.. What's gotten into the boy? – shouted the elderly, stout Aman-Jalil's grandmother from the communal kitchen. – He comes out of the toilet without washing his hands, spreading germs, bullying the little one. Mind your own business, everyone's poking their noses where they shouldn't, have your own kids, then deal with their "slaps"… All sorts of strays come here, making decisions…
And Aman-Jalil piped up:
– Half-baked fool!..
