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the car. | quickened my pace and, not paying attention to the car, pretending to be following
by, approached the front door and quickly jumped into the front seat:
– | ordered a taxi, let's go quickly!
The driver managed to press on the gas, and we broke away from the pursuers, who rushed
after me as fast as they could. The taxi driver took me to the Petrovka metro station, | asked
him to stop here, because | knew that these guys would probably interrogate the driver, trying
to find out where he took me. Further, moved on foot moved towards Obolon. Having caught
up with Lake Obolonskoye and on the shore, overgrown with willow bushes, he first burned the
letter of Boris Eduardovich. Having got rid of important evidence, fraught with serious troubles
for me, | returned home with a light soul. And sitting in the kitchen, | began to analyze the
situation with the adventure of persecution. | suddenly realized that | urgently need to throw
away my smartphone and buy a new mobile phone, since 12 thousand dollars, out of the 22
remaining amount that the lieutenant colonel handed me, is enough for this. Quickly, | went
outside and saw a truck in a traffic jam with goods near the Selpo supermarket, which was
located opposite our house. |, pretending to go to the store, walked up to the truck and threw
the phone into the back, right on the cargo bags. Then | went on foot to the Petrovka metro
station. There in technical hypermarket "Rozetka" bought a new smartphone and a SIM card for
it. Having secured myself as securely as possible, | returned home in complete peace of mind.
But my portrait, copied from a micro-surveillance camera, was already distributed to all police
and checkpoints at the exit from Kyiv. |, as a criminal, began to be searched for by the relevant
search services. With my portrait, | stumbled upon the tram stop, and quickly returned home,
postponing the trip to Petrovka to the Rozetka hypermarket to buy a brand new laptop.
Something had to be done about the appearance. And | decided to grow a beard and mustache,
changing my appearance. To do this, he built a beard and mustache from cotton wool, fitted it
to his face and put on glasses. Appearance immediately turned me from a young man into an
elderly man. Exactly what was required in this extraordinary case. | sat unshaven in my
apartment for three days. During this time, enough garbage has accumulated, and in order to
extend the time of my confinement, | began a major cleaning. After packing everything |
thought was rubbish in trash bags, | nonchalantly walked out to the elevator. At the same time,
the neighbor Ira also approached the elevator, she had previously been friends with my wife,
when | was still not alone.
– Oh, hello Valentine, you that they decided to grow a beard?
– I'm single now, that now I’m forbidden to change my appearance, or something, | need to look
for a wife for myself, here you are, for example, how do you look at it?
– Oh, no, no, | heard from Lena how you lived there with her, but not this! – the question was
categorically closed by Ira, it's good that the elevator arrived on the first floor. | wished my
neighbor a good day, threw two heavy bags into the trash and returned home. It remains to
wait until my gray hair grows on my head and the beard takes shape to an unrecognizable face
that makes it possible to go out. And if they suddenly try to find me through the military
registration and enlistment office, they probably won't succeed, since through the efforts of the
former presidents before the war, all the military registration and enlistment offices were not
digitized by an electronic filing cabinet, and my photo is there thirty years ago, you can’t find
me using it, and even through the passport the department will not work, since my passport
photo is ten years old, so that, of course, comrades from the SBU will of course grab someone
for a report, since | have a rather average appearance, there are a dime a dozen on the streets
of Kiev. Sitting in the kitchen, thinking about this, | washed down my “thoughts of my horses,”
as Gazmanov sings, with a fair amount of Noy cognac. And having finally calmed down,
arranging his thorns in such a way as to seem not himself, he went on foot to Petrovka to an
electronics store for a laptop. My path passed by a gas station, and | suddenly noticed my
identikit on a pole. | carefully tried to tear off the photo, | succeeded, though part of the sheet
remained there, but the photo was completely saved. | carefully folded the paper, put it in the
breast pocket of my jacket, and moved on. In the store, the seller brought me a laptop from the
warehouse, set up the program, and | paid $ 600, with a light soul, | went home the same way,
carefully, looking around to see if | was being followed. At home, he began to set up mail and
Google in order to go through the news and reports from the front. On the Youtube website, |
found a news report that Russian paratroopers blew up the world's largest cargo plane "Mriya",
but the details, such as, just before that, an almost homemade atomic bomb, which was
planned to be dropped on the Kremlin, was removed from its board . Not a word was said
about this, only that before the explosion of the Mriya, they removed all valuable equipment
from the aircraft. The lieutenant colonel told me about the atomic bomb in a confidential
conversation with me, we just observed the clouds of smoke from this explosion when we
arrived in Belaya Tserkov. Then the reconnaissance detachment of paratroopers was evacuated
by three helicopters, and the equipment removed from the board was taken out by a cargo
helicopter MI-11. After the news, he began to look for the distinguishing features of his
appearance with identikit. There was no way to find me in this image, no matter how | turned
the sheet in front of my eyes, everything was in vain, there was no resemblance even close.
And | realized that | was no longer in danger. And then it dawned on me that | did not take into
account only one thing, that in a conversation with the lieutenant colonel he said his home
address, and he wrote it down in his notebook. So you have to wait for the guests for a reason,
he gave me a password and a review in case of failure. How prudently | did not tell Boris
Eduardovich Sosnin my address, and he did not ask me for it. So the SBU will hold conversations
with prejudice and it turns out that at the Italian Pizza company they don’t have such an
employee as in the identikit portrait, and the concierge also doesn’t know who came to Boris
Eduardovich, so I'll be waiting for guests, it seems that I'm not they will find our organs, that's
one hundred percent, but if the liaison turns up to Sosnin, then the traces will lead him to me.
On the other hand, in order to find out the reasons for the failure of the residency, they will
definitely send a more experienced intelligence officer, | think that he will be able to get away
from surveillance, and over time | expected more and more guests. There was nothing left for
me to do but change my appearance and, if possible, stay at home until | turn into the
appearance of Robinson Crusoe, with such a disguise | certainly will not be recognized. But still,
you need to go out to buy groceries, but at least to the garbage cans, throw out the garbage. In
the meantime, more and more reports came from the theater of operations. Ukrainian
mercenaries began to intensively fire on the unfortunate residents of Donetsk, and Russia, after
the voluntary surrender of Kherson, got stuck near Soledar and Bakhmut. In Ukraine, the
government that came to power as a result of a bloody coup in 2014, the collective West, led
by the United States, began to supply a mass flow of obsolete military equipment under the
slogan “Against Russia to the last Ukrainian.” Russia's Special Military Operation has stalled
because most of the wealthy oligarchs who have accumulated their capital are oriented
towards the West, where the total capital of their private companies by the end of 2022
amounted to $ 5.5 billion, which the US successfully confiscated, under the auspices of bailouts.
collapsing Ukraine. Thus, the Russian capital accumulated in the West turned into a weapon
against Russia itself. Thanks must be said to the United States, who seized power in Ukraine, for
such gifts from the narrow-minded oligarchs who are still sitting in the State Duma, never
realizing that their time has long ended, ever since the erroneous prestige in front of each
other, boasting in increasing the dollar supply in Western banks, changing expensive Swiss
watches on their hands and suits at exorbitant prices, siphoned resources from the country, led
them to a wretched state of affairs and almost ruined the defense industry. This is what
Valentin Baran Yuryevich began to understand in the state of the international situation, a
noose tightening around the neck not only of Ukraine, but also of Russia, Western patrons of
the criminal government of Nenka, in which |, Baran Yuryevich, was inspired to be born and
