Deja Vu
Our arrival was expected at detention center number 4 of the city of Rostov-na-Donu, a maggot of the Moscow Lubyanka, a miniature Lefortovo. A simple and unnoticeable twostoried building, where each floor was designed for about thirteen cells, from one to four prisoners in each. The best of the worst were detained in that place. The most scandal cases, which the propaganda machine, controlled by the Russian Federation Federal Security Service, was interested in, were brought there to be later relocated for the proceedings to the North-Caucasus military court.
Aleksey Chyrniy and I were separated immediately upon our arrival. Together with all my belongings I was locked in the outer walking yard, thus providing an opportunity to spend time for pleasure. But in the face of uncertai
