Predetermined Path
One day it was my turn to go to the meeting. Entering the security head office, I saw him looking through my folder gladly rubbing his hands. With no greeting, he smiled and said that my case was trumped up and it was clear that it was purely a political order. However, he added that it would only bring more troubles because there would be more attention to what was happening in the zone from the Federal Security Service.
It was clear that everything said was to lead me to the simple truth: I had affected their being and had to make up for the inconveniences. The stage of the open recruitment began. It was followed by threats to complete the first part, which was quite predictable. I was ready. I answered some questions with silence, while others — equivocally, not say
