And you, blue uniforms...
At the police station at the Kaliningrad airport, the gendarme captain, having copied the data from my passport, asked in a guilty voice: “So for what purpose, Alexander Yuryevich, did you come to our city?” “So with the goal of engaging in social and political activities,” I answered. “Yeah,” the captain raised his eyebrows, “and how long are you going to do this with us?” "See you tomorrow evening." “Ah...