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The operational service of the charitable foundation «Good Doctor» on the morning of June 25 urgently searched for citizen Lomakin Vasily Petrovich. The subject was not at the place of residence, the mobile phone was not answered. An unofficial request to the reference department of the Moscow Police department gave information about the stay of the said person for re-education in the special detention center on Petrovka, 38. By two o’clock in the afternoon, a Mercedes Vito official minibus with darkened windows and a license plate issued to the bakery No. 22 of Moscow, on Akademika Pavlova Street, arrived at the specified address. The academician came for the academician – you can’t think of such a thing on purpose. The brave guys promptly resolved the issue with the authorities (unsurprisingly), took the prisoner’s personal documents, pulled the unfading Lomakin with his little things and conclusions from the place they had already settled in and sat him in a car salon chair. Vasya had a feeling that this march was just a new regime of imprisonment.

– It’s good that at least I had time to have lunch, – he rejoiced. – Where are they taking me now?

The driver and the escort turned out to be serious and non-contact men, they did not pay attention to the harassment and showed their unwillingness to talk purely with all their behavior. Vasily was guided by the stars that they were taking him somewhere to the south, away from the Polar Star and the Big Dipper.

– So, not to Sheremetyevo, and not to Venice in the north, – Vasily longed. Last year, he and the St. Petersburg guys had a decent walk in the Nevsky Palace: a rich restaurant, rooms, girls… It’s nice to remember.