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Contact Admin. Sherwood Castle, headquarters to Milorad Milakovic, the former railway official who rose to become a notorious slave trafficker in Bosnia, looms beside the main road just outside the northwest Bosnian town of Prijedor. Under stucco battlements, the entrance is guarded by well-muscled, heavily tattooed young men, while off to one side Milakovic's trio of pet Siberian tigers prowl their caged compound. I arrived there alone one gray spring morning-alone because no local guide or translator dared accompany me-and found my burly yearold host waiting for me at a table set for lunch beside a glassed-in quamarine swimming pool.
They sell footballers, don't they? The master of Sherwood has never been shy about his business. He once asked a dauntless human rights activist who has publicly detailed his record of buying women for his brothels in Prijedor: Over a poolside luncheon of seafood salad and steak, we discussed the stream of young women fleeing the shattered economies of their home countries in the former Soviet bloc.
Milakovic said he was eager to promote his scheme to legalize prostitution in Bosnia-"to stop the selling of people, because each of those girls is someone's child. One such child is a nearsighted, chain-smoking blonde amed Victoria, at 20 a veteran of the international slave trade. For three years of her life she was among the estimated 27 million men, women, and children in the world who are enslaved-physically confined or restrained and forced to work, or controlled through violence, or in some way treated as property.
Victoria's odyssey began when she was 17, fresh out of school in Chisinau, the decayed capital of the former Soviet republic of Moldova. So when a friend -- "at least I thought he was a friend" -- suggested he could help her get a job in a factory in Turkey, she jumped at the idea and took up his offer to drive her there, through Romania. It was too late. At the border she was handed over to a group of Serb men, who produced a new passport saying she was They led her on foot into Serbia and raped her, telling her that she would be killed if she resisted.
Then they sent her under guard to Bosnia, the Balkan republic being rebuilt under a torrent of international aid after its years of genocidal civil war. Finally, four months pregnant and fearful of a forced abortion, she escaped. I found her hiding in the Bosnian city of Mostar, sheltered by a group of Bosnian women.