"You just eating the seagots and drink them with water."

Sports.ru employee Sonya Sheveleva - about how she spent eight days in Sakharovo

On January 31, OMON was detained by the deputy commercial director of Sports.ru Sonya Shevelev near the Sailor Silence pre -trial detention center, where she came with her friends to the rally in support of Navalny. The Lublin District Court appointed her 8 days of arrest under the article on violation of the procedure for rallies. His Sheveleva was serving at the time of the temporary detention of foreign citizens (TsVSIG) in Sakharov, along with hundreds of other detainees. Especially for the "cold" she tells how it was.

I was detained on January 31 at the Sailor Silence at exactly three in the afternoon. I consciously went to the rally and I am not shy. I believe that this is my constitutional law-to express my opinion and disagreement with the existing socio-political system peacefully and calmly.

On that day, my friends and I went out late, reached the "sailor of silence" and joined the crowd of protesters. When we were opposite the pre -trial detention center, we wanted to cross the road - there was already a feeling of pressure from the “astronauts”, but we did not have time. They took us into the ring and began to yell, so that we diverged. We tried to disperse, but we were taken. At first they took my friend, then me, and our third friend followed us - she understood that she would be detained anyway, and at least we would be together.

We spent 50 minutes in Avtozak, after which we were unloaded into the Maryino district in the courtyard of the police department and very slowly, without explaining anything, began to take passports for design. We were kept on the street until about seven in the evening. It was cold. From the third, we persuaded the police to allow us to go to the toilet. At the same time, the policeman who guarded us on the street was quite human, I now call them “sympathetic” to myself. He allowed us to order a "kitchen in the area." Ryder, of course, was awesome when he drove up-we shouted from his fence: "Here, here." We ordered two sandwiches, ate one at a time, and three more after they gave to people in the assembly hall. There was no water or food from the police.

When we were brought inside, no longer frozen, we immediately took phones and all personal things. We said that we have the right to a call. It was answered to us that we had seen enough American films and we were not supposed to call any calls. The police gave me to sign the paper that the rights were explained to me, but, of course, no one explained anything to me. When I asked them to explain them, they told me: "Read a piece of paper." Thank God, I managed to refresh my knowledge about the 51st article of the Constitution and tried as much as possible to use this right. They did not press much - the only thing, I was photographed by the wall.

The copies of the protocols were not given to me, although they promised to do it right away. There are two protocols - the delivery protocol and the detention protocol. The delivery protocol is important in that it says the time from which the day is considered in the future, what time you should go. There was an absolutely wrong time in this protocol - it was delivered at 15:50, and there it was written 19:10, while in my court order there was time 20:10.

We were kept in the assembly hall for several hours. Nobody told us time. Someone was called for interrogation and returned, someone was released, because there was a Moscow residence permit. I refused to call my Moscow address, perhaps that is why they did not let me go. At 10 o’clock in the evening, police officers came and took all the girls, we went downstairs, and we were told that we stayed for the night in the police department.

In our police department, the “Fortress” plan immediately announced - neither human rights activists nor friends could go to us. Our names did not tell them, they did not say whether we are there or not. They learned that we are there, from people leaving the police department with a residence permit.

We were distributed on the cameras. There were three girls in our cell, in the next - two more. There were four guys. And only by the three of us, by some miracle, small mattresses got, on which we settled on the bunks. We were locked in the cell, they gave a drypack, which consisted of buckwheat with imitation of stew and galetus, and poured tea into plastic cups. We refused buckwheat with meat, because neither I nor my friend eat meat. Attered on the gate, drank this tea. I had a stomach on this day, I said that he could get very very good at night, and asked if they had a first -aid kit, to which they told me that in which case they would call an ambulance. Due to the fact that I said that the stomach could be blabbed, we were poured boiled water into a bottle from under the “Shishki Forest”, 200 milliliters. The guys in the next cell did not give mattresses or water, nothing.

The Copes and the Rosgvardeis constantly went to the corridor and, as if specially opened the door more so that we heard them defecate

Naturally, there was no talk of any dream, because the upper light was constantly burning there and the light bulb was shining right in the face. We tried to close ourselves with medical masks, but it did not help much. In addition, cops and the Rosgvardeants constantly went to the toilet along the corridor and as if specially opened the door more so that we heard how they defecate. There was still a man, it seemed to me that with mental problems. They called him the king. I am afraid that they beat him, because all night he made some terrible sounds. At five in the morning they woke us up and led us to sign the detention protocol, asked: “Well, they paid you at least?” I did not answer, because it was absolutely useless to talk with the police: they were sure that we were enemies of the people and American spies. The detention protocol was also drawn up completely delusional - it was written in it that we interfered with the passage of transport, the passage of people, shouted the slogans “We are power”, “Putin to resign”, “Lesha, go out” and “freedom of power”, although no one shouted anything.

Then we were taken to sleep-for about an hour and a half we lay down on these bunks, and at 9 in the morning we were taken to the Lublin District Court. We were given things, and at that moment we were able to contact friends.

Most of all, I was struck by all this that the system doesn’t spare strangers, it applies to her so -so. The people who detained us did not sleep all night, tightened these protocols, did not eat especially - I saw that they periodically wore packages from KFC, but is that food? Some were called from the weekend.

In court we spent the whole day - from nine in the morning to ten in the evening. Of course, the speeches that we will be fed and drink was not going on. Thanks to the volunteers from the OVD-Info ( declared a foreign agent.-Approx. "Cold" ) and our friends who came to the court and managed to give us food and water. In court there was already a lawyer from the Apology of Protest, with whom we were able to discuss what to do and what to say in what situation. Almost immediately it was clear that we would be imprisoned, but it is not clear how much. In total, on this day there were two sentences with fine in our court: one-a doctor who works with seriously ill people, the second-a seriously ill person. At the same time, two people with epilepsy, as it turned out later, who sat with us in Sakharovo, was still given 8-10 days.

I received eight days for part 6.1 of Article 20.2 of the Code of Administrative Offenses (“Participation in unauthorized meetings, rally, demonstrations, marches or pickets that entailed the creation of interference with the functioning of life support objects, transport or social infrastructure”) with the formulation that this will restore social justice. The decision says that I pleaded guilty, although I simply said that I went to the rally, did not deny it. Of course, no police officers who detained me were called. I told the court that I was ready to pay the maximum fine, but I ask you to let me go, because - this is true - my dog ​​is alone at home.

After the trial, we were brought back to the police department, things were once again taken away, including shoelaces and hair gums. Again, they did not allow me to make any call, I managed to write only to the lawyer with whom we talked, and send him a court decision. I also managed to write out in my hand while I had a pen, telephones of friends. We were put in a car Zak, in which people from another police department were already sitting, while they had things and phones with them, and took them to the third police department. We waited a long time while people would get out of there. I and my friend were transplanted to another auto -zak, which was arranged differently - there was a cage, and they kept the men in this cage, there was no place to sit there, half stood, and we were put on a bench in front of this cage. We had been waiting for a long time until the autozaks were filled with people.

In the middle of the road, we learned that we were going to Sakharovo. What it is, we were not particularly explained, and we no longer had phones to google. We arrived there at about five in the morning on February 2. Among the police who delivered us, there was one sympathetic. When we arrived and realized that we would not see personal things and we will not be able to tell friends that everything is relatively in order and where we are, he let us call a friend.

When we drove up, a wonderful woman entered the car factory and with the words "Boys, girls, well, what, how do you probably want to sleep here?" She offered to put personal belongings in one camera, and to take us to sleep and form in the morning. We agreed-by this moment I wanted to sleep, it was very cold because of the open doors of the auto-zaks. We were given our things, but only so that we would take them to the camera in garbage bags, which then broke and people could not find our things when they were released. After we were taken to another corps, the head of this institution, Alexei Lagoda, came to us, yelled on us and said: “Think about your mothers, what you are doing, you need to study, pygali-schoolgirls.” He looked at us with a friend and said: "I see, this is political."

We were given mattresses, blankets and pillows - they looked as if they were stored there since 1937, although, as I read later, this center was a fairly new place ( the center was opened in 2014 in the premises of an abandoned military unit. - approx. "Cold" ). We dragged them to the fourth floor. Honestly, my hands were then sick of this exercise. Our camera was disgusting, as if before that there was a flood in it-from half the ceiling the plaster fell, there was mold on the wall. At that time, I tried not to think about it. The cell was terribly hot, drowned to the full. The window was closed, the feeder was closed - the window in the door. Apparently, when the employees of TsVSIG said that they would bring us now, they turned on the batteries. The camera was 12 of my steps and somewhere around 10 in width, there were two bunk shks, the window was under the ceiling and without a handle (the handle had to be taken separately), and it was opened for one and a half books. There was not a toilet, but a parach, fenced with a wall through which everything is visible, and the sink. From the furniture there was a table with two shops under the window, two buckets, a basin and scoop.

The first three days we did not have toilet paper, which caused us some inconvenience. I had menstruation, my stomach in the police department was sick therefore. It was possible to ask for hygiene products, but they would probably not have been brought. I use a menstrual bowl, so I did not need gaskets. This is such an excellent life hack and good advertising for menstrual bowls. A very convenient thing when you are delayed for an incomprehensible amount of time.

On the morning of February 2, breakfast was brought to us, and this was the first time we poured boiling water and gave water. Before that, we were given water on January 31 at 10 pm. If not for our friends and volunteers, it was unlikely that I could talk about this, but would lie somewhere, dehydrated. When boiling water is poured into an aluminum mug, it is impossible to drink it first, because it burns his lips, and then it cools quickly. The system with tea there is also cool, because the welding is poured into a plate, you are trying to stir it in this boiling water, of course, nothing happens, and you just eating the seagots and drink them with water.

My moment of despair has come, I thought: "Well, that's it, I am the end"

On February 2, our friends arrived in Sakharovo to make a program, but did not have time - there was a hellish line, and at 8 pm they finished accepting programs on the schedule. I wear the lenses, I was afraid to remove them because I have quite poor vision and without lenses I was completely disoriented. I spent three days in disposable lenses and slept in them. On the second day, I was already in half -desired - I realized that they could not stand it another night. On February 2, at 10 pm, our cellmate was taken for a transfer, and so we had water and toilet paper. On February 3, we were able to call our friend, who said that the program was, while we were told that there was no program, and here my moment of despair came, I thought: “Well, I have the end.”

My lenses appeared at night from February 3 to 4. At half the night we woke us up and led us for the transfer-they process them for a very long time due to a large number of people. Usually, Sakharov contains 100 people, respectively, the number of staff was designed for 100 people, and 800 people were brought there first, and then almost a thousand. Therefore, the staff could not cope with such a stream, they did not have any instructions.

On February 2 or 3, representatives of the PMC came, and with them they promised us soap, toilet paper, and toothbrushes, and even slippers, and reduce water to the shower. Everyone promised, and we did not see this until February 4. On February 4, once again came a member of the PMC Marina Litvinovich, and with her a slightly offended employee TsVSIG said that everything is fine with us, "and now, please, you have water." They gave us a bottled water, then we learned that it was purchased with volunteers. They gave toothbrushes, tooth powder and toilet paper. If we did not have the transfer of the first girl, we would have been sitting without toilet paper until that time. All that I was able to bring to the camera is hygienic lipstick. There were also medical masks with us that we used as masks for sleeping.

When they brought the editor-in-chief of the “mediazones” by Sergey Smirnov ( both the publication, and personally Smirnov were declared the media-“foreign agents.”-approx. “Cold” ), it became a little easier, because they immediately allowed to call longer-not 5 minutes on the camera, but 15 minutes per person, as it should be. Then, as it turned out, they allowed the button phones to transmit the SIM card. We did not have them, but the boys in the next chamber found a SIM card. The first time we called, we were afraid that there would be no money on her, that she did not work, but we were lucky.

I found a police shmon. They came on Monday with the words “evening in the hut”, did not say that they were looking for, did not introduce themselves and did not say what reason, but then, according to the conversations, we thought that they could look for charging for the phone - the phone could be transferred, but it was impossible to charge.

I left Sakharov in the morning of February 8. My friends met me. At the exit stood volunteers, taxi drivers. Outside, people were able to organize ten times better than those who were supposed to organize this inside TsVSIG.

After I returned home, I began to sleep with sleep - I could not sleep and felt very tired, there was neither moral nor physical strength. It was as if during this time I was weaned to sleep normally, because it was impossible there-we were woke up at six in the morning, turned on the upper light and no longer turned off before the end. At six in the morning, a bright lamp is cut over you, a duty officer comes with a cry of "garbage!" - Thus, they threw out garbage. We tried to break this system and give them garbage in the evening, but they refused, because they have such a procedure. From 7 to 9 in the morning they brought breakfast, and it was possible to skip it, because they gave us food, but I really wanted to boil.

By the end of the term, I had the adoption of this situation - I understood that everyone had already decided at the moment when riot police took me, and nothing depended on my actions or inaction. I’ll go to the court with or without a lawyer, I will say that I went to the rally or by - nothing will change, and they will put me anyway.

When I went out, anger rolled at me for the injustice and stupidity of the system, anger for having experienced my friends and my friends, and for everything that the people who are still there continues to worry. The authorities committed great stupidity - they threw smart people who have critical thinking, even more arguments in favor of the fact that they are right, that this system really does not work, that everything is bad in it.

I went to protest promotions since 2012. I didn’t have fear, but now for 180 days, if they close me on this article a second time, they can sew a criminal for me ( responsibility under Article 212.1 of the Criminal Code occurs only for the fourth similar offense within six months. - approx. “Cold” ). Therefore, I immediately decided for myself that I would not go to unauthorized rallies for six months, but I will volunteer in the OVD-info, help the “protest apology”. I appealed to the Moscow City Court, I will file a complaint with the ECHR in order to achieve maximum publicity, so that what happened, there was no next zilch into the air and the system began to change.