Search protocol

On May 16, Ekaterina Makarova, the common-law wife of blogger and member of the Coordinating Council of the opposition Rustem Adagamov, as he calls her, was searched by employees of the Center for Combating Extremism. The next day, May 17, the house of Adagamov's 77-year-old mother was searched. For Ekaterina Makarova, this visit from Center "E" was not only an unpleasant experience, but also an acquaintance with another world - the world of those who come with searches and summon for interrogations.

"Can not imagine!" I have often heard this in recent days. I think it needs to be introduced. Lively, in colors and details, what is it like when you are sleepy and, if you are lucky, in pajamas, open the door to people who, to the question “What is your name?” respond with a certificate.

The first reaction is always the same - unsee, slam the door, return everything as it was. The sooner you accept what will not be like before, and this is true, the better. It took me ten minutes.

A naked and sleepy person is helpless, that's what the calculation is for. You need to get dressed, wash and put yourself on alert as soon as possible. The day will be long and unpleasant. On the threshold of her room is a daughter in striped pajamas. With questions. I answer, as we do with her, honestly and to the point - they are looking for traces of a crime. “But we don’t,” says the daughter. Someone should take her to kindergarten, because I can't leave the house. The nanny only says into the phone: “So I must come as soon as possible.” The child roams the rooms with a bowl of cereal, and then settles down to play airplane and, as a result, is only twenty minutes late for the garden. She'll have a normal day with roller school, pizza for dinner, and a little adventure in the morning.

I read documents. There is no logic in them and it is not supposed to: it is pointless to ask questions about this. You seem to fall into another dimension, where no one is surprised by the lack of a connection between cause and effect, but, of course, everything can be appealed later.

Friends call and write, asking for help. I don't know how to help me. The lawyer knows how to help, but he goes. A lawyer is definitely needed, and at the present time should be like a dentist, a hairdresser or, say, an electrician, in every intelligent family.

While they are looking for witnesses (no one wants), there is enough time to cancel all plans for today. At the same time - a call from the apartment where I am registered. The action takes place on several sites at once. There is a second group and one more person who will not go to work today.

At first, they offer to voluntarily give out what is not known, then they begin to search, asking questions. This is my late grandmother. This is my camera. No, I'm not a professional photographer, but I'm good at shooting. This statuette of Shiva is from a trip, the head of Buddha too. I bring souvenirs, and you? Sitting on the couch in a room full of strangers, I feel like I'm looking at it from the side. Don't forget to breathe, and you need water. Much water.

In the bedroom, the guests behave delicately and almost do not touch my things. Correct: do not comment on anything. The nursery is hardly searched. “Even the thieves who surrounded my apartment did not touch the children's things,” says the senior detective for especially important cases. His daughter is three and a half years old. Her photo is on the iPhone screen. He wants to go to live outside the city so that she grows up in nature.

Another one is going to have a wedding on the Volga in the summer in Chapaev's house (V.I. Chapaev's house-museum - The New Times). He says: "Create a new unit of society."

The third has two children, an army background and stories about Tajik crimes. Among them there is no one in the rank below the major. The lieutenant colonel is my age, the colonel is older. The colonel quickly finds the serial number on the device, the lieutenant colonel is slower. Sincerely cheer for our hockey players. They complain that they did not get enough sleep because of this search. Saves only irony and, at times, sarcasm.

Usually one employee is enough, but then the authorities insisted. Particularly important matters. Fight against extremism. Ask about the Bengal cat. They write protocols. We agree that Turkish coffee tastes better than Nespresso. We are talking about the fate of the Motherland and the loss of the value of professionalism.

By the beginning of the interrogation, it becomes scary again. Don't be afraid, don't believe, don't ask. And bring a lawyer with you. Otherwise, it is very difficult to refuse to politely answer a simple question. This is the calculation.

After the protocols were signed, in the genre “What do you really think about this case”, we discuss both the legal costs of the members of the Constitutional Court, and Bolotnaya, where we all were, only on opposite sides of the cordon, and the Navalny case. I propose to read the results of an independent investigation and examination, I cite some facts, but the dialogue does not develop. How else, if in 1995 he entered the Institute of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They are trying to smooth over the awkwardness: "We are one country."

Before bed, after eating pizza and defeating a film crew with faces from a forensic psychiatry textbook camped outside our door, the daughter goes into detail about a new way to brake and ride on one leg. We will definitely go skiing this weekend. The cat from an excess of feelings broke a porcelain figurine, and I broke a bottle of white. I sing the praises of the cloud and change passwords, it's raining outside the window, and everything looks almost the same as yesterday. Only the lined form of the search protocol was forgotten on the kitchen table.

PS The text is written under a non-disclosure agreement.