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Nicolai Levashov. The Mirror of My Soul. Vol. 1. Born in the USSR

were occupied with some business or another. I even advised some joint ventures,

evaluating possible situations and specifying those transactions, which were safe (i.e. no
risk of deceit from the side of possible partners) and could bring profit. It was enough
for me to look at a picture of a person and I could give a complete description of his
personality, what he had in mind and whether he was a reliable partner. Sometimes, I
was asked to provide protection against incursions on the company and usually
everything happened without problems. In other words, I created optimum conditions
for business. If the owners of joint ventures appeared to be far-seeing enough and, on
checking the rightness of my words several times listened to my recommendations,

everything happened successfully.

The owners of one Soviet-Hungarian joint venture, being sure of the accuracy of
my prognoses and the effectiveness of my devices, even had a burning desire to organize
their mass output. From the Soviet side the joint owner of this enterprise was Sergey,
whose last name I do not re-member. He took a great interest in my technologies and
concepts. Several times he invited me to his summer residence to spend weekends, where
his family lived all summer. Usually, my “mini-holidays” were accompanied by
numerous questions about this and about that—Sergey appeared to be a person pretty
open to new things. He was very interested in Space, other civilizations, etc. So, several
summer Saturdays and Sundays of 1990 were spent in philosophical conversations.

In the end of June I was asked to go to Hungary and negotiate all the necessary
conditions for production of my devices. At the same time, this journey to Budapest was
a sort of gratuity, for the help which I provided to this company. According to the law
existed then, they were not allowed to pay for consultation services provided by one
person, i.e. me. Therefore, I asked them to pay the travel expenses of my group. It was
a support group consisting of two persons to whom I had begun to teach my method. I
will not give the names of these people; it will become clear later—why.

It was agreed that the owners of this joint venture would pay the travel expenses of
three per-sons and the registration of our foreign passports. I had to ask acquaintances
of mine to help us to get our foreign passports, because I was registered in Kharkov at
the time and my companions had other problems which needed to be solved to get
foreign passports in Moscow.

One way or another, all problems with passports were solved, our tickets were
purchased and off we went—I and two my protégés sat in the airplane and... I left the
frontiers of the Soviet Union for the first time in my life! Although Hungary was still
considered a socialist country, nevertheless, in June-July, 1990 it already differed a lot
from the USSR. Sergey’s Hungarian partner with whom I was already acquainted was
to meet us in Budapest International airport.

We went through customs control and ... appeared in “Arrivals” at Budapest!
Around were people speaking a foreign language, of which we could not understand or
read a single word, and the person who should meet us was not there. We could go
wherever we wanted, but the only question was, where? I decided that it would be better
if we wait some time, most likely he was just delayed on his way to the airport.

Fortunately, that was what had happened. In somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes
a man with a card with my name on it appeared.

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