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

even having the water, windshield wipers only spread dirt on the wind-screen. So, my

eyes got tired very quickly and I decided to find the nearest parking place and sleep for
several hours and continue at night, when there would not be so many cars on the road.
Indeed, at midnight there were almost no cars on the route between Kharkov and
Moscow.

Several hours of sleep refreshed me, and then I carried on driving. Between
Belgorod and Kursk the road had sections of high embankment with very steep and deep
slopes. Driving at ninety kilometers per hour, I tried to overtake a truck, which spattered
my car with dirt, I heard a loud bang exactly then, when I was travelling the area with
steep slopes, and my car rushed toward the slope.

I managed to change the direction of motion, but, nevertheless, I hit an iron post
with my front left bumper, whereupon, I could not control my car. It began to move
diagonally, swinging from one marker strip on the road to the next. Moving in this
strange way away from the precipice on one side of the road, my car began to “ride”

with its rear end over the precipice on the opposite side of the road. Unexpectedly, my
Mercedes stopped with a strong jerk lifting its “nose” to the stars, thus, probably,
“deciding” to send a light signal to space.

If it had happened in the daytime, I would probably not be writing these lines now.
It was only due to the fact that there were no cars on the road, that there was no collision.
When stopping, my car hit a wayside post with its right front door. The impact was so
strong that the chassis bent at the point of the blow. A steel rope stretched from one post

to another forming a loop and this loop “caught” the trailer hook of my car. The jerk was
so strong that the bottom of the boot bent considerably. On examining my car later, the
traffic patrol declared that it was impossible, it could never happen! But, nevertheless, it
happened.

A huge “Ural” dump truck with a winch happened to be among the few vehicles
that were on the highway then. It dragged my car back onto the road. Other drivers
helped me a lot, for which I am extremely grateful to them. When my car finally
appeared on the road, I could see the reason for the accident. There was an enormous
hole in the left front wheel which had a new Swedish winter tyre. I changed the wheel
and continued my way to Moscow. The rest of the journey went without incident and in
the morning I reached Moscow. When later I showed my car to the specialists, they all
assured me that if there was a defect in a tyre it could burst, but in that case this type of
lacerated hole never appeared. All this suggested to me the idea of intentional actions.

The scanning of the situation gave the following “picture”. After my refusal to co-
operate, a small charge of explosive was introduced into the tyre of my car, on the left
front wheel. This little capsule had a radio-controlled detonating fuse snapped into action
by the signal of a special beacon which was put in the right place on the side of the road.

In my case it was placed above the sheer slope between Belgorod and Kursk.

Evidently, they overdid it with the charge a little: it appeared to be too powerful
even for a winter Swedish tyre, because it tore out a very big piece. Evidently, they
wanted to have a “total write-off” result. This was the first “swallow” of gratitude for
my actions, in this case, for my help in the prevention of a thermonuclear explosion in
Chernobyl. Although my role in the rescue of Midgard-earth was very modest: I only
contacted the necessary hierarchy and asked them to help, but, nevertheless...

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