Hello. There is a television in my cell. On TV they briefly said that on Saturday, small protests took place in a couple of cities. The American embassy, using “fake videos on TikTok,” lured teenagers there. It seems to me that things were nothing like that. I want to say two important words now: Korney Chukovsky (a classic Russian children’s author). As children, you were all read his poem about the monstrous cockroach, who shouts and twitches his whiskers. That is exactly how the cockroach tyrant brought all the animals in the forest under his control. They were frightened: what if he really does eat us? That is a very accurate description of what is happening in Russia right now. In the poem, the cockroach stroked his gilded belly and said to the animals: “Bring me your little children, beasts, and I shall eat them for my supper today.” The animals fainted in terror. Even though deep down they understood that the cockroach could never eat a hippopotamus. Not even a small one. Now a handful of thieves, having dressed themselves up in uniforms, shoulder boards, and epaulettes, and having seated their Fly-King on the throne, declare to a nation of 150 million people: “We are the law here. Anything we do not like, we declare illegal. And we will jail everyone who speaks out against us.” And people are afraid. They bow to the Fly-King, even though deep down they understand: you cannot jail everyone. The investigation into Putin’s palace has already been watched by 100 million people, and 2% of those viewers taking to the streets would be enough to bring all the regulars at the aqua-disco to their senses. They would stop menacingly twitching their whiskers at once. I greet and embrace everyone who understood this simple arithmetic and went out into the streets on Saturday, remembering their rights and forgetting their fear. Keep coming out, and be afraid of nothing. No one wants to live in a country ruled by arbitrariness and corruption. The majority is on our side. Let’s wake it up.