"You have no rights here." How the FSB tortures Crimean
Ibrahimjon Mirpochchaev The office is almost empty, packages and scotch trims are lying on the floor, dirty. On the floor, a naked beaten man with tied arms and legs, his hands are pulled back and almost completely numb. On the head, a crispy plastic bag, wrapped in tape, how many years to a person is not visible. Around three men in military uniform, on the sleeve of Russia in a shield, followed by a sword and an inscription along the edge: "Federal Security Service".