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

Bridge, I unexpectedly found out that the brakes did not work! I pushed the brake pedal
hard down with absolutely no reaction. The car began to gather speed, going down the
bridge. We were lucky, because there were only a few cars on the road and, without hit-
ting any of them, I was able to cross the bridge and after a while to stop the car at the

side of the road.

We left Svetlana in the car, caught a taxi, went to a currency auto-shop and bought
brake fluid for the Mercedes. We poured it into the brake system and continued our way.
Our “friends” had calculated everything well. They had siphoned out some of the brake
fluid and, when I drove away from my house the brakes worked normally, but then the
quantity of fluid left was insufficient for the pump and the brakes of my car ceased to
exist. But this trick also did not give the result they hoped for. No one (even the car)
suffered. There were no more attempts to destroy me physically before our departure to
the USA or, most likely, I blocked them with my influence. I think it does not really
matter why new attempts to release the world from my persona were not made.

At the same time we had enough other dirty tricks from a very unexpected quarter!
When the problem with Svetlana’s foreign passport was solved, we met with Vladimir
Mironov and gave him our passports for visa registration. As I already mentioned before,
he was Constantine Orbelian’s cousin and worked at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. On
the face of it everything appeared well organized.

We got the first surprise, when Constantine Orbelian’s secretary gave us our tickets.
It appeared that tickets were to Montreal, Canada! When I asked in surprise why we
needed tickets to Montreal, she mumbled something about terrible problems with tickets.
Certainly, the direction was correct, but Montreal was Montreal, and San Francisco was
San Francisco and there were a couple of thousands of miles between them, which even
according to Russian standards was a pretty big detour. I was exasperated a little by this
fact and said that she should have consulted me before buying these tickets, because I
could purchase tickets Moscow-San Francisco without any “help”; what should we do
now with them? Constantine promised that he would personally take care of the tickets
from Montreal to San Francisco. However, we did not know then that our trying
experience with tickets was far from over.

Meanwhile, I gave my course of lectures for Muscovites who knew me and had
asked me to do it for a small group of enthusiasts. I gave lectures in a Moscow nursery
school for ten evenings. Certainly, it was a small group of people, hardly more than ten
persons, but I decided that it would be great if some persons who got through my course
remained in Moscow. From my point of view everything went very well. I again saw
that my information and everything I did was like a revelation for the overwhelming

number of people. People simply shone from within because they began to be awakened
by knowledge. I will not describe how I carried out my teachings in Moscow, be-cause
they were no different from those of Archangelsk. In all other respects everything
continued in my habitual routine.

According to our tickets we should take off from Moscow at 9 o'clock in the
morning on December 30. In the middle of December we still did not have the American
visas. We began to worry a little and asked Vladimir Mironov about the state of things
and he said that there was nothing to worry about. I was able to get the American visas
quickly on my own, using other connections, but Vladimir Mironov refused to return

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