1/6 It has been exactly two years since I returned to Russia. I have spent these two years in prison. When you write a post like this, you have to ask yourself: How many more of such anniversary posts will you have to write?

1/8 My latest break from the punishment cell didn't last long - exactly one day. I was released on Monday, and then locked up again yesterday. This time I got 12 days for "using the word 'fuck' (sorry) in a conversation with a cellmate".

1/13 It's amazing with how much delight and schadenfreude our propagandists (in my case, the radio in my cell) talk about the destruction of Ukraine's energy system. Basking in joy, they report how many cities have been left without power, how many people have no heat,

1/9 A regular and joyful event in my life - getting out of the punishment cell - now looks quite mundane. They just take me out of the last cell of the long corridor and bring me to the first one, but on our way we enter the search room, where I change my clothes.

2/9 After all, there must be order in everything: while I am in the punishment cell (ShIZO), there must be huge stenciled letters "ShIZO" on the back of my shirt, and if I am put in the "cell-type room" (PKT), then the letters "PKT" must be on the back of my shirt as well.

1/6 I already quoted this great phrase in my last words, but Luna Lovegood's words from a Harry Potter book matter so much to the world we live in that I'll gladly quote it again:

4/6 The Voldemorts of our world, Putin, Lukashenko, Khamenei and Maduro, want us, those who refuse to submit to their power, to feel alone, abandoned, miserable and forgotten before their machines of lies, corruption and dehumanization.

1/4 The main torment of imprisonment is, of course, the inability to see the faces of your family, to talk to your loved ones. I haven't had any visits for 8 months and yesterday I was told that I’d be transferred to a cell-type facility for the maximum possible term of 6 months.