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Unfiled October 17, 2002
Epilogue: The Arrest
By Edward Limonov Browse author
Page 4 of 4
"What, are you recruiting me, Mikhail Anatolevich?"

"I'm recruiting," he said.

"Here's my answer to you, look." I hit my ribs with the palm of my left hand and bent the right at the elbow, making it into a fist. "Oh, you..." he said.

"You can shoot me here, damn it, Mikhail Anatolevich," I said unfazed. "You already invited me to rat out my own organization, turn in my boys. How did you want for me to react?"

I drank all I was able to with them, on them. I wasn't afraid that I would start to blather myself into trouble. I have always retained my capacity and aptitude to drink. And on the plane I drank all of Edward Vadimovich's gin and tonic, I ate his, and someone else's, and my own lunch. They had weak stomachs; I didn't.

Sergei Aksyonov sat across the aisle under the strict control of Captain Kondratyev. We occupied the rear seats of a civilian plane. All the officers were armed.

In Moscow, a Gazel waited for me on the tarmac. In the Gazel, they put me in a "glass" without air, and drove through an already green Moscow.

In Lefortovo (nobody said, but I figured it out), they locked me in an isolation room with a pair of chairs and a table. Two military men in KGB uniforms looked me over and left. They brought in a blue uniform like I once saw Raduyev wearing on TV. They wrote down my processions. They left my underwear and boots. A female doctor came in. The most humiliating was having to turn at the orders of an extremely fleshy woman.

After half an hour I was carrying a mattress, walking between two guards. We wound up in some corridor, then to the center, from which four corridors radiated out (I later found out that Katherine the Great constructed that building in the image of the letter K). They opened a metal door for me and I entered into the jail cell; they closed the door. There were three metal beds colored with blue paint in the cell. I lay the mattress down on one of them and sat. A scene from a classic novel.

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