I visited one man today. The institution. Everything is serious: metal detector, thick glasses, video surveillance monitors. While one guard recorded the passport data, the other checked me with a handheld metal detector, simultaneously whispering the standard phrase: “Any prohibited, coil-cutting weapon is with you? “”

The correct answer was no, but some mood was a joke. The telegram, I say, is on the phone. And I smile.

A guard with a serious face.

and out.