Whole that day of August 31, 2001, I felt unusual unrest and anxiety. However without visible reason. It was usual prison day at Lefortovo: under the light of two electrical bulbs one always feels like a tortured animal. Light bulbs, the noises of radio, pale face of my cell-mate bandit Mishka, everything was at place, everyday banal process of torturing was going on. But today as in addition I felt like a heavy weight was placed on me. At first I thought that I becoming psychopat. "Edward, you are finally giving up, after those months of prison life," - said I to myself. Then I thought that some trouble coming. Some more trouble, because I was in trouble up to the neck. It was already 5 p.m., only one hour before the end of prison working day, when prison soldier opened a feeding hole and said: "Savenko, be ready to go. Without belongings."
"Without belongings" signified that I was summoned up inside of prison. While putting my best clothes on I thought that my lawyer Beliak came to visit me too late in the day, we will not be able to talk much. Then door opened, I stepped out. Soldiers searched me. Then I stepped to the left. "Not this way. Go other way," said mustached soldier. It was clear then, that I am going to Investigators office and not to the lawyers' room.
Prison was quiet and silent. At third floor my guard soldier stoped and pushed the button on the wall. The door to investigator's building have opened. I went down the corridor to the lieutenant-colonel Schischkin's office. The guard, according to prison's internal regulations, was walking after me.
At chief investigator Schischkin's office, beside happy looking maniac Schischkin I found both my lawyers: Beliak and Ivanov. Beliak was wearing a leather jacket and he wasn't looking happy. He hugged me with unusual warm. "Listen, Edward, lieutenant-colonel Schischkin is going to present you with an accusation papers." Then Beliak stoped. He cleared his throat. "Unfortunately for us the suckers decided to accuse you of terrorism. Of organization unlawful armed formation and of course of buying arms and explosives." Lawyer Ivanov, wearing gold-rimmed glasses had confirmed Beliak's words with his face. He had a face of a man who came to my funeral.
Then happy Schischkin - young man growing bald - stood up. In his quiet voice he read an accustion papers. "Edward Savenko, alias Limonov, in 1999-2000 in his capacity of a leader National-Bolsheviks Party have worked out for his party a programme of action. Consequently Savenko published said programme in December 1999 at bulletin "NBP-Info" N 3 and forced to accept it by delegates of Third Party Congress in February 2000."
After that, read Schischkin, "Savenko took measures of organizing armed invasion on territory of Republic of Kazakhstan for commiting the actions of terrorist character. Instructive letters which he sended to the regional party leaders demanded each one leader to sort out candidates for including them into unlawful armed formation. The place for gathering those volunteers of said formation was found in one of the regions of Altai Republic. Then Savenko have alloted money for buying some weapons for a said formation. In the same time Savenko with an aid of party activists have studied on territory of Altai Republic those paths headed to the border with Kazakhstan. And have fulfilled the exploration of Kazakhstan's territory bordering with Altai Republic where gathered on information about lawinforced troops of said Republic of Kazakhstan..." The Schischkin dutifully informed me about my punishment, read those according to my crimes articles of a Penal Code: "Part 3, art. 33, part 1, art. 30, part 3, art. 205; part 3, art. 33, part 3, art. 30, part 1, art. 208; part 3, art 33, art 222."
In yellow light of Schischkin's office I signed a paper, stating that I was informed about all the charges brought against me by a Russian state. "Don't be nervous," said Beliak. "Yes, don't be. Stay cool," said Ivanov. But their faces said to me that they, my lawyers, are extremely worried. For four months I was accused only of buying arms and explosives. "I will come Monday," said Beliak, "we will talk. You know, we have expected it, didn't we?" He hugged me. Ivanov hugged me. We expected it, but we hoped that they will not accuse me of terrorism.