Lunch break

January 25, 13-30, Kalanchevskaya, 43, Moscow

The red-haired bailiff Ivan Ivanovich, who ensures the order in the process of Khodorkovsky-Labedev, claims that it was so lucky for me, and usually everything is quiet here. But indeed: as soon as I came to the bourgeois court and sat on a bench in the corridor to wait for the end of the break and observe one session of this justice with my own eyes, as it began right in the corridor. A real city madman entered the court building. He was an old man, loud and distinct, like a mass-patch. Small, in a beard and with two hefty shuttle bags in the hands.

- He privatized my industry and drove the country into the corner! - the old man informed the numerous guard of the Meshchansky court. He spoke, as on the ocean or at a rally.

- Do not be afraid of me, son, all the terrorists are afraid of me!

This is in response to a request to show the contents of bags.

I understand the terrorists.

There was no plastic in bags, and the guest began to present his views on the economy and social development of Russia. The glances were so patriotic that the crazy grandfather who came from the frost, none of the guards dared to put back to the frost.

I suddenly imagined that with the same volume and fury, a supporter of Khodorkovsky would begin to rally in the court building, and closed, introducing this short solo and further security actions.

- To open the eye to the prosecutor! - shouted grandfather. - He (Khodorkovsky - V.Sh.) bought lawyers, they will circle around a finger! They judge for some taxes, but I will tell you the main thing! He robbed the people!

The old man rally in the corridor intestine almost until the end of the break, but before the meeting he tired and sat down on a bench.

Assistant to the state-owned assistant, the little girl in blue, with characteristic bags under the eyes and chubby lips, came out of the door with the inscription “Judge Kolesnikov” in his own way. The gloomy captain of the special forces and two lieutenants, on duty in front of the door leading to the meeting room, took turns casting in turn. She passed, carrying a detached face, a lady in a mantle - Judge Kolesnikov, the one to whom representatives of the prosecution go to their home during the break.

The time of the next session of justice was approaching.

A rested grandfather stood up and made a statement: - All who have dollars, criminals! They stole them with us ...

The old man raised his finger and finished significantly: - And with the president!

The anxiety for the material well -being of the president crushed the grandfather finally, and, softly assigned by the protection of the court, he took his shuttle bags and went to the snowstorm - look for the prosecutor's office to open his eyes.

If I am not mistaken, the prosecutor, like the president, can count on the help of this person around the clock before the end of the exacerbation.

The young lieutenant of the special forces postponed the volume of M. Gorky - “Childhood. In people. My universities ” - and got up. Led by the gloomy captain, all three took their places at the door.

They quickly carried out two people in the courtroom, fastened handcuffs to the convoy.

The public prosecutor, a city-character prosecutor D.E. Shokhin, was a small, peppy, radiating such energy as if in some unknown place he was inserted by five “energy razers” at the same time.

The bailiff Ivan Ivanovich checked the documents with the audience, who had wicked a show very much over the months of this show - and let them into the meeting room.

After a couple of minutes, his place - under the coat of arms,, a couple of meters from the bashfully curled flag of the Russian Federation - this Themis with the face of the head teacher in educational work and her two improvised aunts took.

Everything was ready to continue bullying, and it was continued.