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the completion of Operation Your-X-Eva, | looked at the laptop monitor with the hope of an
answer from Galley Shavkatovich, and there was an encrypted letter. | feverishly copied the text
onto coated paper, then scanned it onto two translucent cigarette-type sheets, and applied it to
the printed text of the book, illuminated it with an ultraviolet determinant of the authenticity of
currencies, and saw the original text of the encryption:
“Thank you for your valuable information. The agent, having discovered a failure, returned to
base. You act according to the "sleep" program. Upon re-preservation, you will receive a
ciphergram. End of connection! – having read the message, burned the sheets, lowered the
ashes into the toilet, and having compiled an encrypted response to a friend, immediately sent
a letter. Then he put the book with the cipher on the bookshelf, and he began to search the
Your-X-Eva networks, but there were no traces of it anywhere. On the erotic site, many clients
and fans arose with the same question:
"My treasure, Baby, Angel – where are you?! My treasure, Baby, Angel – where are you?!" -
having made an erotic sensation on the net, Irina Andreevna, aka Your-X-Eva, disappeared
without a trace. Remaining in thought in front of the monitor, suddenly the doorbell rang.
Three men stood in front of the door, one introduced himself as an SBU officer, and pointing an
open ID and a search warrant, said:
– You are the one who last saw this girl living in the Khreshchatyk Hotel, who left with you and
did not return to the hotel. You are suspected of stealing a person, so we will search your place
and detain you until the circumstances of the disappearance are clarified! Put handcuffs on
him! – this was followed by the procedure of putting on handcuffs and the beginning of the
search. They ransacked the apartment for a long time. After a scandalous divorce from my wife,
with such reluctance and difficulty, | put things in order, putting everything in its place, but the
silent two guys did not stand on ceremony with anything. Nothing seemed to interest them,
except to ruthlessly destroy everything that fell under their hands. My books lay on the floor,
linen from the cupboards, framed portraits pulled out of their frames and thrown on floor. |
tried to ask them to be careful with things, but one of them said to the other in English, ignoring
me:
– This goat stole our girl, and still dares to powder our brains?!
– Bill, you won't believe it, for her sake | asked to come here to this pigsty, to take a break from
narcissistic wife!
– Gentlemen, I'm sorry about her too! We wanted to get married, but she disappeared! – | said.
– Bill, is he a cuckold for life?!
– And that in this pigsty to live with a diamond and not be a cuckold, is it unfair?!
– Hey major, he's not guilty, let him go and don't start a business! No one needs scandals in our
department, and we will not be patted on the head because of this girl! | hope you
understand?!
– Yes, how is it? | have already registered the case!
– Do you have a report about the disappearance of a girl from loved ones? Not! Close the case,
this is an order!
– But, Colonel, what about my reputation?
– Your reputation is to follow my orders, you understand! Uncuff a suspect?!
Having escaped with a slight fright, | accompanied the uninvited guests to the door, and began
to sort out the scattered things and books around the apartment. The power was suddenly
turned off. In order to kill time until the next appearance of electricity in the network, with a
light heart, | went for a walk, having learned from the reports of events that high-ranking
officials of the European Union arrived in Kyiv today. Now it became clear to me why the CIA
stopped the investigation into the sudden disappearance of Your-X-Eva. What will be decided at
this gathering of representatives of the European Union? | wandered the streets of Kyiv and
thought in this perspective, comparing the facts with the madness of the war that was taking
place. But, not finding an answer, he hurried home, as the time of the rolling blackout was over
and the Internet was working for watching the news. Without even taking off my coat, | jumped
into my slippers, entered the room where | was doing news reviews, turned on my laptop. While
he was turning on, he took off his extra clothes and began to look at the reports. The news that
Kramatorsk had been shelled immediately caught my eye. This territory has not yet
been liberated from the regime that seized power in Ukraine. 12 high-rise buildings of civilians
were destroyed with numerous casualties. This means that this is a "gift" to the EU forum,
which was taking place at that time in Kyiv. These bastards, having shelled Kramatorsk, will now
talk about ruthless Russia, that the civilian population does not spare, referring to this
provocation, it is easier to beg for armed and financial assistance. When will this madness of
civil slaughter in which NATO mercenaries kill Slavs end? But my life so far continues, and |
wage my war on an invisible front. | began to compose an email to a friend, encrypting the
message to Irina:
“There was a search. Two CIA officers with an SBU major were investigating the disappearance
of Resident Eva. By order of the CIA Colonel, they removed the handcuffs from me and released
me, since | said that we dreamed of getting married and | had no reason to kidnap her! After
sending the letter, he continued to clean up the scattered things and machine wash the dirty
linen. So the day passed. The next day, | went about my daily chores around the house, went to
the store, watched the news, and checked my mail from time to time. The answer came after
long days of waiting as much as a week later. It said: “You are under round-the-clock
surveillance. Do not answer us, lie down on the "bottom", this is an order! Try to be loyal to the
regime, tell a friend that you can't have a dialogue because of the war between Ukraine and
Russia. If you need us, we will find contact with you! | wrote a long letter to Galley Shavkatovich,
where | complained that | had lost Eva, and that after the war, if | survived, | would certainly
look for her. And that this is my last letter, because due to the political situation, | stop writing
letters … One day, without losing hope of meeting Eva, | rummaged through the Russian
resource "Runetki" and found her, under a different nickname, my black hair and the thinner
figure | met for the first time. She was very happy, even that | paid a small tip. | tried to find out
where she was now so that | could meet her, but she masterfully evaded and left on various
non-essential topics, hiding her location. From our erotic meetings, | realized that it was not
customary to ask such questions on this site and stopped asking. We always felt good together,
albeit at a distance of virtual closeness of communication … Days flowed after days. February
2023 was held under the promises of the Western countries of the European Union to saturate
Ukraine with the latest German Leopard and American Abrams tanks, under the instigation of
the United States and London. The whole West whined about it, France joined in, and Poland,
like a jackal in the service of an enraged Western beast, asked for more and more weapons for
Ukraine, which it is ready to let through its territory. Young people of military age, by any
means, using various means, tried to get legal documents in order to leave the country, no one
wanted to die for the interests of the US oligarchy, London and the European Union. Trains
towards the western border were filled with men leaving Ukraine. Many were returned at the
border, the country lived in anticipation of a big war between Western countries and Russia on
the territory of long-suffering Ukraine, and, surprisingly, the so-called president begged for
more and more weapons and money from the collective West for this. And so February 2023
came, in anticipation of unpredictable events in the coming days, and thoughts still did not want
to leave the priestess of love. Her image, bewitching me with its charming love, deprived me of
sleep, and there was not a moment that | did not think about her. The anxiety of these thoughts
did not give me rest, | could not do anything about it, everything fell out of my hands, | even
stopped taking a shower and watching my appearance. And one day in the mirror | saw a
stranger with a tousled beard and protruding gray hairs on his head with wildly sparkling eyes.
This reflection of myself, brought to consciousness. | set about myself, and soon, having
