My most vivid memory is when we were warming up in the entrance hall, there was still central heating then. The entrance was closed, there was an iron door, and suddenly there was a knock. We opened the door and a man in uniform walked in, our neighbour's boy recognised and welcomed him. The man started asking him how they live, how his parents are, and then he asked: "Are there any 'vovchiki' in the house? Any teachers? Democrats?". For some reason he was interested in History teachers. He said that if there were, the children could sort out their flats and he would sort out the tenants.
At that moment, you begin to wonder what kind of relationship you had with all those neighbourhood children, had you offended anyone? Did anyone hold a grievance against you? They might say, "His parents are historians, and they're all democrats and from Garm. So all three of these leading questions were about me. And this was our reality. Just because you accidentally step on the foot of your neighbour's child during the football game, he can take revenge on you and just turn your family's whole life upside down. These are some of the most vivid and frightening emotions I have experienced.