Eva. Valentin Kolesnikov

got up and went to the Teatralnaya metro station. Moving along

      Vladimirskaya street, | noticed two guys following me at a distance of about fifteen meters.

      After walking a little, | took out my smartphone and ordered a taxi, the dispatcher asked for the

      address, where to send the transport and where to go. | told the driver to drive up to the

      Vladimirsky Cathedral and call me back, and told me to go to the area of the Petrovka metro

      station. | walked unhurriedly to the Opera and Ballet Theater and turned into the alley that led

      to the Cathedral. The taxi driver called, said that he had already arrived, giving the number of

      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,