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

but it did not necessarily “delight” me! I turned it down and said that I preferred total
freedom of action and was not ready to execute orders which contradicted my concepts
and beliefs: however, I was ready to do everything I could, when their appeal for help
corresponded to my understanding of good and evil.

Certainly, I understood that my decision to reject collaboration with the secret
services, more precisely with the GRU, could endanger my life, but it did not make me
change my decision. I had already got rid of naivety and the Soviet propaganda “spell”,
and did not believe that the revolution of 1917 and all that happened with my Motherland
after it, was of benefit to my people. Then I al-ready had a general picture of why such
a barbarity had been made of Russia and who was responsible. I could have said that I
would think about their offer, but it was not in my character. I realized that after my
refusal “mercenaries” would undertake repressive actions, but I did not know then, what
kind of action they would take and how quickly it would happen.

So, I repaired my apartment, furnished it according to my taste, but within the limits
of avail-ability at that time. When I finished all this, I was ready to go to Moscow. I
called Ignatenko’s di-rector, Stella, to find out the exact time of the beginning of lessons
in his school in Moscow and on getting that, decided to go to Moscow by car. The last
night before my departure was the last time I spent in my own apartment! I had left my
car in the guarded paid parking. As it appeared later, it did not help to avoid trouble,
although no one broke or stole anything.

As I understood later, in the parking compound my car acquired some additional
detail which was placed in the left front wheel. On the day of my departure I wanted to
start on my journey early in the morning in order to reach Moscow in the daytime. But
when I brought the car from the parking and returned to my apartment on the ninth floor,
I decided to have a quick nap, because I was tired from fixing my flat. This “quick nap”
appeared to be quite long, because I slept till the evening.

I will not describe again my first encounter with the “gratitude” of the Soviet

special services, for my appealing for help from the hierarchy of the Universe at the
beginning of October 1987.
A small radio-controlled explosive charge exploded in the wheel of my car, being
triggered by the signal of a small radio beacon which was placed at the dangerous section
of the route Kharkov-Moscow. Several factors saved my life—I started my trip late,
stopped on the road a lot because of trucks, which went in front of my car and
continuously splashed the windscreen of my Mercedes with dirt, so in the end I decided
to sleep in the car and continue to drive in the night, when the road was empty. If it were
not for all this, who knows what would have happened? And after the explosion of the
wheel on the road with very steep slopes, only my car was damaged and not even very
seriously—the right front door hit a protective post.

It was incredible, but my car stopped instead of “tumbling” to the bottom of the
ravine. No one, who saw the consequences of the accident, wanted to believe what had

happened, although everything was quite evident. The car stopped only because the steel
protective rope somehow formed a loop and got hold of the tow hook, thus, stopping the
car. The jerk was so strong that the bottom of the boot was bent inwards. Because of
lucky coincidence, there was a truck with a winch among the few cars on the road at that
time. It lifted my Mercedes back onto the road.

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