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Disappearances

They beat me. They shocked me out on Moscow streets. They emptied my pockets and threw me into their standard vehicle of authority. I tried to speak out, are you the KGB? The butt of an umbrella landed my jaw as they muttered under their breath. My head hung from my shoulders, frolicking left to right with each dip in the road. The judges were corruptible. That’s what I got from blurred hearing. If not, they will force my confession. This is how they make bodies move.