HELL. Five minutes ago, I was walking toward the Tverskoy District Court building. Our complaint against the Prosecutor General’s Office is being heard there today. I had plenty of time, the weather was nice—I was walking along, enjoying life. About 20 meters from the courthouse entrance. Suddenly, two guys with that athletic-build look overtake me: “Sir, can we have a minute?” “No.” Two more guys come up from behind. “No, stop.” Then comes the astonishing question: “Who are you?” “Are you completely out of your minds?” I say. “Who are you?” “We’re about to find out who’s out of his mind. Federal Drug Control Service.” And he pulls out an ID. Ohhh, damn, I think. So this is what it’s come to. They’re about to start “finding” heroin in my pockets. I didn’t think it would happen this soon. At that point, two more come up and literally surround me from all sides. “Your documents.” “What exactly is this about?” “Show your documents.” “No. I saw your ID, but who are the rest of them? Let them show theirs too.” The guys pull out their IDs. Meanwhile I’m frantically trying to figure out what to do. Film it on my phone? They’ll take it away. Call passersby as witnesses? (and a crowd is starting to gather around us, staring open-mouthed). They’ll be too scared. I take out my passport. Here: Navalny, Alexei Anatolyevich. The guys exchange glances. “Sorry. Mistaken identity.” And they leave. The passersby keep staring at me in horror. I kept walking. Now I’m sitting on a bench in the corridor, hammering out this post, and inside I’ve got a very strange feeling: relief that, well, I’m free—but also a clear understanding that it can end at any moment. Update. I’m back from court, read the comments. And I thought I was the one prone to bouts of conspiracy thinking. Thanks so much to everyone for the concern, of course, but you’re paranoiacs, my friends. I’m completely sure they really did just have the “wrong person.”