The greatest torment of prison is, of course, being unable to see familiar faces, to talk to the people you love. I have already gone 8 months without visits, and yesterday I was informed that I will be transferred to a cell-type facility for the maximum possible term—six months. Visits are prohibited there. That means more than a year without seeing anyone. Even maniacs and serial killers serving life sentences have the right to visits, but I do not. Well then, hardship toughens a person (though it is unclear why it is supposed to toughen my children). And most importantly: when something like this happens to you, you understand especially sharply how important it is to fight this shameless regime, how important it is to do at least something to throw off Russia’s yoke of these scoundrels and dispel the haze with which they have clouded the minds of millions. Let us try to remain strong and do what is within our power, every day.