Everything is just beginning

A particularly dangerous witness

The morning turned out to be an unimportant, a doorbell, the light of lanterns in the face, a dozen unknown persons pooping with machine guns in me, and then poke my very nose on the floor. Something like this was expected after mass protests. FSB, center "E", SOBR (Rosgvardia) - as I found out later, everyone gathered in my apartment.

No one was going to answer questions. Four fighters of the Sobr took me out. But below, in the car, the first surge of adrenaline has already passed, and I noticed that a small trembling beat me. We were driving us unknown where. Meanwhile, the hairy handles of operatives rummaged at home. Already at the entrance the further situation began to emerge: “conversations” with the CPAS, interrogation, attempts to recruit, requirements to testify against friends.

When they put it into the office, everything began to acquire standard forms, “good Eshnik Vanya”, who offered tea, after my refusal to speak with him and giving testimony began to become worse. They put me point -blank (pose for a search) against the wall, where I will remain for the next seven hours. From time to time they will spread my legs, "so as not to relax."

Only by 14 o’clock the investigator (for particularly important matters) appeared to interrogate me. I finally sat on a chair and found out that I was a witness. Given everything that was happening, it was unexpected. All this was like a joke, it came to mind: "We were born to make the kafka to be by their own." However, the investigator was still sitting with a calm face, and the TsPE operative Ivan, after my question, began to shout that he was Orthodox and “would not tolerate”.

After the interrogation, I already felt like a free person and even agreed to go to the examination. Voluntarily.

Free, but not for sure

There was an examination, and there was also a satisfied face of Ashnik Ivan, who took me to the 9th police department and, having whispered with the duty officer, drew me 19.3. As a reward for stamina and fundamental interrogation. I got into a special receiver, from which the eshniks periodically rolled me to the department and vice versa. No one told anyone, despite my requests, I was searched in departments and IVS.

At this time, I learned a lot of new ones from the eshniks: that an anarchist works as an anarchist and they consider me a leader worthy of a separate operative (he read my biography) that all the information went to the media, and also that I can earn a pension on cooperation (or, if you refuse to earn a trip to the Usoly-Siberian special receiver).

They found me after two days, calculating the court to which they will deliver me by exclusion. I spent another four hours before the trial, dozing in the GRD 9 of the department, and listening to someone's pleased conversation on the phone: “I downloaded the rights, and now I sat and swam for three hours.” There was especially nowhere to swim, the guys rejoiced early.

Judge Belova was not needed by witnesses, witnesses and the petitions of the defenders, she confirmed my guilt and sent for 10 days to a special receiver, where the eshniks took me away, rejoicing and pondering how they would celebrate this event.

The country needs defenders of the homeland, not rebels

In the special -reception, the duty officers met in questioning: "Do you want a revolution?" The couple of the next days were full of visits to different people, of which the splash in the receiver produced only the regional Commissioner for Human Rights, who created an atmosphere of reverence for my person among the personnel of the special receiver for the rest of the person. In the cell materialized the rules of the schedule and a book with the rights of the arrested. When my neighbor was brought to me, I was asked not to teach him the bad, "after all, the country needs defenders of the Motherland, not rebels."

However, there is nothing terrible in the special receiver, with the exception of the most delicious food and boredom, which after the trial I dispelled English, physical exercises and several books.

The end of the gatherings was laid by the regional court in which the appeal was held, and the judge sent the case for a review to the court of first instance. Nevertheless, despite the abolition of the sentence, the judge made another paper for a police officer, which said that I still needed to sit out my 10 days. In the special receiver, such a turn was not happy, for them I became a huge splinter, from which it was necessary to get rid of it and the duty officer very retino began to study the case materials, to call to the judge and find out the interpretation of decisions. To the delight, the judge was guided by the “deliver 10 -day period for serving 10 days”, how to “let go before the decision of the court of first instance”, which was fulfilled at the same moment.

Morality

Despite all the latest events, “Damocles Sword” still hangs on me as a continuation of 10 days, and something new is possible. In principle, I am ready for all this. All this is not the end and then it will only be more interesting, my story is long, but besides me, 15 more people have been involved in all this, both witnesses and relatives of the affected ones from this nonsense.

Naturally, the post on VKontakte was only a formal reason for collecting a colossal amount of data about the anarchists, and the time of the operation made it possible to kill two birds with one stone, breaking the assembly of the "Council of the Disagent", which was supposed to take place on April 9.

The publicity that goes around these events does not scare the employees who implemented this theater. The reason is simple: for them it is an opportunity to intimidate the maximum number of “potential extremists”. And this could work if all these events forced me and comrades to go to the bottom and forget about all the activities, but this will not happen.

Everything is just beginning.