I gasp when hands grab at me again, but I can’t focus on what’s behind me. I know what he, this voice, wishes to hear … my confession, they always want to hear my confession. XXNX A visit to the HQ in Moscow to unload my intelligence and take a short while to recharge my batteries, or so I was told. Standing on the other side, watching me strip, their faces pressed against the steel bars, a hand reaches for me, then another, fingers wriggling. I recognise it … they have brought me to … no … why … please …
Butyrka Prison!Butyrka Prison, Moscow
Past a line of guards, wearing the uniform of jeans and shirt, there is another system of stops and starts as I’m taken further inside. A visit to the HQ in Moscow to unload my intelligence and take a short while to recharge
