Become Free
We arrived at the court incredibly fast being convoyed by ordinary police cars with flashers and a few armored vans. Everything was serious. To show off. To make people gasp in the streets. Upon arrival we were taken quite fast out of the autozak for a selective search, after which we were one by one locked in grated solitary cells to wait for court hearings. It was evident that the convoy was in a hurry and that is why it was so fast. From the new shelter persons were taken step by step to the trials, and, in the end, I stayed alone. Time passed, but I was not called. I was terribly worried and smoked cigarettes in chain. Suddenly a grated door opened and the familiar FSB officer came to me. He formally asked if I was ready to testify and about my state of health, saying that
