Good deception begins with half-truth.

About the issue of divorce on the phone. What there was the IRS - I was hit here "from the VTB support service": a robot with a well-established voice, Igor Kirillov, with a tragic voice, what I had (oh horror, horror!) The credit card is blocked and I need (already with the metal in the voice and the press) to immediately call back to the support service on the determined phone. At first I simply ignored the calls, put the numbers in the block list, but then the number of calls per day exceeded the limit of decency, and I was given free time. I put a plate of seeds in front of me (I don’t like popcorn) and put a watch in front of me. He answered with a “shy” voice. I regret, the imagination of generating stupid questions around the given topic, ohms, breaths, jokes, additions, old-age whistling and "leaving" from direct requests to tell the number of your card ("you should know yourself" - a taboo) I only had enough for 8 minutes, although I planned to stay 15. At the next stone of a young man who was already boiling, but did not lose hope, demanding to tell him the number of the card, that "he could help me," I took a deep breath and, as soon as I could, said that "but this is not understandable to me, practically inexplicable to me, and that most confuses me in this difficult story, although in 1975 I had almost the same story (here is an insert of the story about the sberkass in Urupinsk, "on Lenin's street, what was there about in the middle, on the left, you know? How not? Then I will tell you...” which, however, I could not clearly shake up until the end) because I just don’t have any of the most collapsing VTB cards, which I am very sad about.” The pause on the other side before dropping the line was long and magnificent. The phone did not answer, the calls did not repeat.

Dmitry Rogozin flew to the landing site of the "Union".
I had to leave Roscosmos.