They just took me out of my cell for a review board, where the authorities solemnly announced: “It has been established that you have not ceased your criminal activity, that you are committing crimes directly from prison. And that you communicate with your accomplices through your lawyers. Therefore, attorney-client privilege is hereby revoked in your case. From now on, all incoming and outgoing legal documents will be subject to a three-day review.” When I asked in surprise, “Could you clarify exactly what terrible extremist crimes I’m committing?” they said: “That is classified information. You are not entitled to know it, and we will not provide you with the inspection materials. All you are entitled to know is this: attorney-client privilege no longer applies to you.” As if that weren’t enough, they sealed up the tiny slot for passing documents in the lawyer meeting room. So now my lawyers and I communicate through double plastic glass with bars inside it. Honestly, it feels more like pantomime than conversation. Great system. Now, if a lawyer wants to go over a draft complaint about the penal colony with me, he has to hand it over to the colony itself; three days later they give it to me, and then it takes another three days to make the return trip with my edits. Very convenient. In reality, nothing is left even formally of my right to a defense, flimsy as it already was. I don’t know what exactly triggered the authorities so much: the List of 6,000, Smart Voting, or the prisoners’ union. As far as I’m concerned, all three ideas are excellent.