Hugging Yashin and Vorobyov
On April twenty -sixth, at about six in the evening my phone rang, I picked up the phone, and, as usual, the cheerful voice of my friend Ilya Yashin asked me: Kashin, they say, guess where I call now? “Of course, from the cop,” I answered and turned out to be right - almost an hour before the start of the traditional demonstration of the Belarusian opposition “Chernobyl gentry”, the Belarusian police detained Ilya and his friends who came to Minsk.