Loyal Treatment
After an unbearable night an even more awful morning started. At about nine o'clock every morning brave guys from the Federal Security Service came for me to the temporary detention facility. Bracelets were tied my wrists ruthlessly, a black bag on the head did not let me breathe, the boot replaced the passenger seat. Let’s go. To the former building of the Security Service of Ukraine, where the occupants had already settled. Moscow supervisors were already waiting at their working desks, no delays are allowed. The car sped through the narrow streets of the town, which I knew like the back of my hand and could easily identify the direction.
At the beginning of any interrogation all investigators tried to seem kind and caring. They took the persona of a friend, a good old
