# 2014 12 16. «Borispol» airport.

Trip to London.

This story will clearly demonstrate how strikingly different my trip to London is from the trip of my mother, Alla Khmelnitska, to Berlin.

I will try to describe in detail everything that happened to me and around me, from 17:00 on December 15 to 07:00 on December 16, so that it is clear how the Ukrainian KGB operates. Why this organization is not visible to anyone, but on everyone, without exception, on everyone, it exerts its destructive influence. By the words “at all”, I mean both any individual person and the state of Ukraine itself.

So, after another KGB “sermon” I listened to at the entrance to the US Embassy, I stood at the picket for several more hours, and then, at about 6 pm, I decided to settle down for the night wherever I went.

I rolled up my poster and walked towards the subway. Already on the subway train, I decided to go to the Boryspil airport and leave Ukraine. It is quite obvious that in this country - Ukraine, there is no my past - it is destroyed by the slander of the KGB fabulists and there is no future for me, just as there is no future for any other person who wants to live in good conscience, preserving his human dignity and observing the law.

In general, thinking about all this, I rode the metro train from Nivky to the center of Kyiv. The operatives that accompanied me “dispersed” because they thought they knew where I was going, and in the hostel an on-duty transfer was waiting for me, but immediately, after I passed the checkpoints and did not get off the train, in the subway car escorts reappeared.

Then a series of "adventures" began, demonstrating the scale of the escort, which, invisibly, followed me.

As I already wrote, as soon as I passed the control stations, immediately, in the subway car, 2 "hulks" sat down next to me: trasher in uniform and trasher in civilian clothes.

Further, after I left the subway, it turned out that the bus to the Boryspil airport had disappeared somewhere and people at the bus stop began to get nervous.

Immediately, “hulks” appeared around me, trying to squeeze me, right at the bus stop so that I would not go to the airport, then, finally, a bus appeared in which I saw several operas, and when we arrived at the Boryspil airport, a man , whose appearance corresponded to the leader of the Dneproperdovsk public security police, Vova Sedletsky.

О том, что происходило в аэропорту можно написать отдельную книгу.

https://goo.gl/vLyQPS