Directly playing some spies

The story of Olga Faleeva about the detention on the Bolshoi Stone Bridge when posting the Ukrainian flag.

Having learned that on August 24, Ukraine celebrates Independence Day, my friends and I decided that this was a good reason to express support to Ukrainians in these difficult times. We wanted to congratulate them on the holiday, wish for strength, victory and peace. We believe that their victory will become a harbinger of positive changes with us.

And we also wanted to show that in Russia there were people who are now very ashamed of their country. We hope that thanks to such expressions of solidarity, the thread that connects our peoples will not finally break. You can’t fit all this and much yet in any slogan, so we decided that the flag of Ukraine, a symbol of the heroic struggle for freedom, hung near the Kremlin, the source of our common troubles, will be the best “gift”.

This action seemed especially relevant after the action with the reproach of the star and the flag on the “high -rise”, which, as it turned out, carried out, the Ukrainian. In the end, Muscovites are also not afraid to express their position not only with words, but also by actions.

In general, it was decided. We hang the flag on the large stone bridge at dawn (we don’t climb the skyscrapers). To be honest, at first we wanted to do without detention, since the price for freedom to express our opinion is growing day by day. Therefore, they tried to keep all the preparations secret, do not use social. networks, minimum phones. But it seems that our valiant authorities seriously fraught, before such a responsible day as the Independence Day of the neighboring and, like a fraternal state, and raised all kinds of “E” and FSB centers and FSB. In short, we were somehow calculated.

The first suspicions that the action was “lost” crept when we accidentally saw a cop in a civilian car, which punished one of the central bridges in the late night. For what? Who was he waiting there?

Arriving at the place, we found a cop car right in the middle of the bridge. Here are those on! Obviously, they are waiting for us. While we walked around the neighborhood and conferred about further plans, several other strange cases occurred. One type drunk, as if falling, tried to look at our shoulder, another dude was all the time to spin near us, not taking away the telephone from the ear (then we learned the operatives of the EE center in the police department).

What to do? We have already reconciled with the inevitability of “vintage”, because there was no chance to leave unnoticed. However, we were worried that we could not have time to do anything at all, that the police sitting in a car on the bridge would grab a banner flag from us, as soon as we appear there with him. Actually there were two options, try another bridge or even transfer the action the next day. But as they say, “dear Yaichko to Christ Day,” so they decided to do it today, but on another bridge. Even if the police guard there (as it later turned out, they guarded all (!) Central bridges), then maybe they are at least far away and you can have time to crank the case.

Let's go. But driving along our bridge we see: there is no police car. I don’t know why, but we took this one as a sign of fate and returned. Somewhere deep down, we understood that surveillance, most likely, did not go away, but we were already tired of doubt and decided to act. And there it will turn out!

In this situation, we understood that we have all about everything about everything for several minutes. Now the question is no longer in secret, but in speed. Who is faster, we or cops?

With a quick step, we climb the bridge, lay out, begin to tie it. I remember my condition at that moment, an absolute concentration, I see only my hands, the hands of a comrade, flag, the support of the bridge ... Time seemed to stop ... I don’t hear anything ... Suddenly, somewhere on the border of consciousness there is a howl of sirens and muffled cries of friends. I don’t remember that they screamed ... It seems, “everything”, “throwing it away”, something else ... For some reason, I don’t react to them. I don't even look around. Trying to tie my rope. It seems very important to me. Suddenly I feel that someone behind sharply wrapps around my shoulders. Instinctively, I drop my piece of the flag down and from the push I fall on my back on the sidewalk by the parapet. Finally, lateral vision is returning to me, I see - the flag hangs. Fuh, they managed ...

A couple of cops are inclined over me. "Girl get up." I lie on Earth absolutely empty, but happy. A thought flashed on the periphery of consciousness, it can try to run away, but there is no strength ... On the machine, I say soundlessly, something like “you dropped, you raise”. They raise my hands, put them on my feet, slightly twist their hands, but rather out of habit, than they intentionally and lead to the parked nearby ... there is no car recovery, a route taxi. As we then joked, this is a “business class” auto-zak, with soft chairs, curtains on the windows, no lattices and ... no identification marks. That means where they hid from us, just a game of spies ...

Another of our comrade found me in the minibus, and we were at first happy that the rest managed to wash away. However, then, it turned out that on the other side of the bridge, the same “classified” minibus was already guarded and all, except for our friend, were there. Soon we were transferred to one bus, and in another, the flag removed by then was loaded. As we later saw on the video (fortunately, the press that shot us did not detain us), they tore off the flag almost immediately and with such frenzy, as if he had burned their hands.

The first question on the way to the police department was: show the documents, are you not Ukrainians? We proudly stated that among Russians there are also people who are not afraid to support Ukraine.

In each police department, and we were accepted only in the 4th (!), We were asked this question not once. Dear Ukrainians, imagine how they are afraid of you!

On Sunday morning, district cops obviously did not want to work. For 2.5 hours we rode along the absolutely free roads of Moscow to the sounds of the Ukrainian anthem, visiting the Zamoskvorechye police department, the Hamovniki police department, the Yakimanka police department and the Hamovniki police department, where we finally deigned to accept us. Friends barely managed to follow our movements. At first, the 2nd OPP accompanying us was joking: you have a tour of Moscow. However, with each new ATS, which sent us further along the roads, the percentage of censorship words in their speech decreased. In the last phrase, I understood only prepositions. As it turned out later, at that time they have verbal and political information. Apparently, the heads of the Department of Internal Affairs were afraid to let us go to the "unprocessed" employees.

In the ATS itself, everything went quite standardly. We, exhausted by a sleepless night and morning experiences, behaved peacefully, police officers too. Not even very violated the procedures. There were periodically lazy disputes on standard topics, why do you need it, who pays you, you are zombie and so on. They accidentally learned that they guarded us from 3 nights. We felt just “especially dangerous criminals”.

The only incident is a little strained of us - this is the “Lenin” hall that had fallen up to us (yes, even young police officers still call him so) broken guys in civilian clothes. Raming in chairs, they began to throw us with questions. Who are you? Are you not citizens of Ukraine (again!)? Why did you do this? Where did the flag knitted? And who thought you? Who do you support? We quickly besieged them with the question: who are you actually like that? To which they, of course, did not answer and therefore were sent with their questions to ... police. As it turned out later, they really have not achieved anything from us, we went to interrogate local cops. There was nowhere to go, but then in the corridors they winged them obscenities: what ... we must answer their questions. Who were: Lee Eshniki, FSbeshniki Lee - and remained a secret. Judging by their mirrhing attached to us, they really expected to find Ukrainian “terrorists”, and then some Muscovites came across, which they apparently know how peeled.

But it is still incomprehensible if they knew about our action, followed Facebooks, phones, cars, they would have to know in advance who we are, what we are Russians, not Ukrainians. So what to pester with stupid questions? If they really wanted to prevent this action, why did not detain us preventively under any stupid pretext? After all, they, with their noisy “vintage”, even more attracted attention to this topic. What is this? Maybe just stupidity and lack of coordination as a result of the “decay” of the system? Or did they really not know the details and were simply reinsured?

As a result, everyone issued 20.2 Part 5 (non-resident), only Katya Ryzhik for some reason added 19.3 for the runaway on the roadway. At 2 o’clock in the afternoon, thanks to the efforts of the “mother of all detainees” Alla Frolova, we were already free.

However, our adventures did not end there. Having reached cars thrown by the Bolshoi Stone Bridge, we found that one of them had two wheels, and under the glass, the note “Hello to the fifth column!”

So ... It seems that the confrontation with the "representatives of the law" finally begins to go out into the extraordinary plane ...

But the most important result of this bustle morning was a sea of ​​warm words from Ukrainians and Russians who appreciated our gesture. Thank you, friends! So the action was a success. Let in our cruel world be more kindness, mutual understanding, tenderness and forgiveness. Love will win anyway!