I was worried about how our investigation into Putin’s palace was doing. It was a huge piece of work, and I wanted people to see it. Maybe for some, it would finally open their eyes. And here I am, locked up. So who was going to keep pestering everyone with “help spread this”? It would’ve been great to get 25 million viewers. But then my lawyer came in and said it had already hit 40 million views. I was even a little ashamed that I’d doubted that you knew perfectly well what to do without me. Thank you. You’re absolutely 🔥 Special respect to the schoolkids who, as my lawyer put it, caused “total mayhem on TikTok.” I don’t know exactly what that means, but it sounds cool. And 40 million views also means, among other things, that somewhere in a certain bunker, there’s an especially loud patter of little feet right now, along with shouts of: “Find everyone who liked this and smear their underwear with Novichok (a Soviet-developed nerve agent)!” So just in case, let me state for the record: I have no plans to hang myself from a window grille, or to slash my veins or throat with a sharpened spoon. I’m very careful on stairs. They check my blood pressure every day—it’s like an astronaut’s, and a sudden heart attack is out of the question. I don’t drink moonshine or stuff myself with Raffaello candies. My psychological and emotional state is completely stable. Because I know for certain that there are many good people outside my prison, and help will come 😉