agree, there is no revolutionary situation today," says Stas.
He sits in an armchair. Ivan, Sergei, Sasha and Olya are on the sofa.
"I remember the late 1980s' perestroika era pretty well,"
he continues. "The situation was completely different. Everyone
hated the Soviet system. Absolutely everyone was dissatisfied with it.
Even Gorbachev and his clique didn't like it, but they just wanted to
slightly amend it, dramatic changes. As a result, they got what they
didn't expect. The communist apparatchiks didn't like the system, because
it didn't allow them to make a lot of money; they had to drive Volgas
instead of Mercedes and spend vacations in the Crimea rather than on
the Canary Islands. As for regular people, the system didn't allow them
"The current system perfectly satisfies state officials, as they
created it the way they wanted. And it satisfies regular people too,
because it allows them to make money… An average person who makes enough
money to take out a mortgage on an apartment, buy a new foreign-made
car and go on vacation to Spain wouldn't want any changes."
"That is all correct," says Sasha. "Which is why we don't
want to set any political goals. We have chosen a very specific target
- the cops. Absolutely everyone hates them - from street drunks to the
average people you were talking about. They are a very real, plausible
evil. Even the system itself admits it."
"We are living under siege," says Sergei. "The power
in the country has been taken by maniacs, crooks and black-asses. We
need to fight them by any means possible…"
"That goes without saying," Sasha interrupts. "But we
have the cops as our specific target. Are you with us or not?"
"Of course I am. Why would I be here otherwise?"
"Question," says Stas. "Are you considering contact with
other organizations of similar ideology?"
"No," Sasha replies. "Our principle is autonomous action.
All we're gonna do is send information about our actions to the Black
"Are there similar organizations at all in the city?" Stas
asks. "At least, on an ideological level? Like, leftist anarchists?"
Sasha shakes his head.
"There are a very small number of politically-minded punks,"
he says. "Their ideology is antifa and leftist anarchism, but they're
not doing anything serious. All they're doing is posting online and
graffiti. We don't need any contact with them. That would only raise
the chances of a leak."
"Okay," says Stas and looks at the other guys, one by one.
"Well, I'm in. But let's make it clear from the very beginning:
we have to introduce top secrecy. No one can be friends with each other
on social networks or be in each other's mobile phone contacts."
"What if we already are?" says Olya. "Unfriending each
other would look odd."
"He is my cousin," Sergei says, pointing at Ivan. "Why
the hell can't we be Facebook friends?"
"That's alright," Stas says, frowning. "But it would
be more difficult to explain your contact with me. Next. Everyone should
get a phone with an untraceable SIM-card and replace it regularly. All
incoming and outgoing calls are to be immediately deleted from the call
history. We use the phones only in emergency cases. Here, in the apartment,
we don't use first names."
"You mean, it could be bugged?" Sergei asks.
"I mean, the neighbors could hear us as the walls are thin."
"That's a bit too much," Olya says.
"Not too much," Stas counters. "This is normal, minimal
caution. Overall, any phone conversations regarding our actions are
out of the question. At the end of each meeting, we'll set a date and
time for the next one. All meetings are here. At least, an hour before
a meeting, all mobile phones are to be switched off. If someone is running
late - no warnings. Everyone waits. If someone is running more than
15 minutes late, the meeting is automatically cancelled and moved to
the same time the next day."
Stas turns away and looks out the window, then back at the guys.
"And do you really think they need it?" he asks.
"They?" Sasha asks.
"People. Regular people. Do they really need us to fight for them,
for their rights?"
"We're not doing it for them," says Olya. "We're doing
it primarily for ourselves."
A cloudless black sky. A police station on the city's outskirts is lit
by a few streetlamps. It's surrounded by concrete blocks on supports.
The blocks don't reach all the way to the ground, leaving wide gaps.
Next to the fence is woodland. In the gaps between the blocks, wheels
of police cars can be seen.
Three people clad in dark hooded sweatshirts run out of the woodland,
towards the fence. Each of them wears a balaclava and holds a Molotov
cocktail. They stop, simultaneously light the wicks, hurl the bottles
over the fence and run back into the woods.
The Molotov cocktails explode. Flames appear above the fence. Barking
is heard. Several stray dogs squeeze through the gaps beneath the fence,
stop and bark.
"Regional Tribune," September 27, 2012
Headline: Close Combat
Writer: Viktor Sukhov
early hours of September 26, the police station Blizhni, located on
Pankratov Street in the city's North West, was attacked. As a police
source told Regional Tribune, at about 3am, several Molotov cocktails
were thrown on the site of the police station, causing a fire. As a
result of the fire, five police cars in the parking lot were seriously
damaged. The police's press service refused to provide any comment or
even confirm the very fact of the incident. A spokesman for the city's
emergencies department confirmed that three fire brigades were sent
to Pankratov Street but wouldn't provide any more details.
The police station is located on the outskirts of the city, in an industrial
zone, next to several warehouses, a car service station and a packing
plant. There are no residential buildings in the vicinity. Tribune's
correspondent on the spot was unable to see any traces of fire from
the outside and was not allowed onto the site of the police station
even though he presented proper credentials. No reasons for this refusal
were provided. The police station occupies a substantial area and borders
on woodlands. The part of the site next to the woodlands is located
slightly away from the main building.