Congratulations to me: I’ve climbed another step on the ladder of prison infractions. “Navalny, get ready, we’re going to the council of your educators.” That’s how I learned that I apparently have a council of educators. It turned out to be five grim cops and a blonde woman with bright red pointed nails about 7 centimeters (nearly 3 inches) long. I tried not to get too close to her, just in case. She scared me. I expected them to announce something like: “It has been decided that, for your bad behavior, your heart will now be torn out.” But it wasn’t quite that bad: “Convict Navalny, you are a habitual offender. The strict-regime detention unit is insufficient for your rehabilitation. The council of educators recommends transferring you to a cell-type facility.” So now I’m in a PKT (a cell-type punishment unit). Let me explain what that is. An inmate in a Russian penal colony lives in a general barracks. An inmate the prison administration is especially unhappy with is put in SHIZO (a punishment isolation cell), a cell with nothing in it where everything is forbidden, but they can only keep you there for 15 days. So for inmates who keep “breaking the rules,” there are strict detention conditions: a locked barracks you are not allowed to leave, plus all sorts of restrictions. And for the even more “incorrigible,” there is PKT. It’s an ordinary cramped cell, like SHIZO, except you’re allowed to keep not one book but two, and you can use the prison commissary, though only for a very limited amount of money. But the truly indescribable act of swinishness—in which you instantly recognize the Kremlin, micromanaging my imprisonment by hand—concerned my family visit. I was entitled to an extended visit with relatives as soon as I arrived at the penal colony, but they didn’t give it to me. They said: wait four months. So I waited. Three days before the visit, they informed me that I was being transferred to strict conditions, where visits are allowed only once every six months. Wait. So I waited. My mother and father had already packed their bags, one of the children was supposed to come, Yulia too. And then, with four days left before the visit, they tell me I’m being transferred to PKT. And there are no extended visits there at all. So that’s it—no more visits for me, and the administration is delighted because it has pleased the bosses. Well, I’ll take it philosophically. They’re doing this to force me into silence. So what is my primary duty? That’s right: not to be afraid and not to stay silent. And I urge everyone to do the same. At every opportunity, campaign against the war, Putin, and United Russia. Hugs to everyone.