“I have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t say I’m surprised by it. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to continue doing this,” says a young student in Russia

I had been thinking about how I might go about getting back into university for a couple of years.

I had taken the course in Russian in the first place, but I didn’t know much about Russian culture.

I’d been to Russia several times in the last two years, and it was the only place I’d visited with any real interest.

Now that I had a Russian passport, I figured I might get into a bit of trouble if I didn´t know what I was doing.

As it happened, I had already had a run-in with the authorities a couple years earlier, when I had entered Russia illegally from Ukraine.

They had caught me by mistake, but they didn´tt let me go.

I was put in a detention centre in the middle of nowhere, where I stayed for six months without any visitors or visitors’ numbers.

The next year, the authorities again came to the same place, and I was again sent to the detention centre.

This time, I didn™t even know where I was, so I thought I’d be safe there, as I wasn´t allowed to leave my cell.

But then one day I was told by one of the guards that I wasn™ t allowed to come out of my cell, because it was forbidden by the law to do so.

The following day, I got an email from my mother saying I was being released, and that my mother had to go back to Ukraine to give birth to me.

The prison staff told me I wasn’t allowed to go outside, but the guards wouldn´t let me come outside.

At this point, I was very worried.

There had been a lot of bad things that had happened to me in Russia, and all I knew was that I was the first person to be detained there, and to have the guards come and take away my mother.

The only person who knew where I lived was my mother, and she had to stay in a hotel in the city of Tomsk, about 20 kilometres away from the prison.

At first I thought that she might die there, or be sent to another prison.

But the prison guards told me to wait.

Then the day after my release, they came and took me to the jail.

I couldn´t believe it.

The first thing they did was take me into the cell and take my passport, but then they went to the bathroom and took away my backpack.

I didn’t want to leave, so they left me with only my clothes and my shoes, and they took off my shoes.

They went through my backpack, and took out my shoes and socks, and left me naked and alone in the cell.

At the end of the day, the prison staff gave me a receipt and said, “There was no money for the purchase of food, and there was no toilet paper in the jail.”

I was still shocked when they left, and thought they had been joking.

After they left the prison, they returned and took my passport.

I felt so sorry, and felt really sorry for my mother when she realised what was going on.

I got a letter from my mum in the mail, and we went back to the prison to have a cup of tea.

They were very nice, and gave me the paper that was in my backpack that I needed for my homework.

But they didn’t tell me that I could return to the hotel in Tomsko.

They didn’t give me the receipt or anything.

They took me home, and told me that they would be returning me to Ukraine.

And the next day, they told me about the incident at the detention center.

I told them that I would take care of it, and went back home.

The guards were very angry.

They told me, “We were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you shouldn™ts have come here.”

They told my mother that she was going to lose her job and be deported to Ukraine, but she didn’t even believe them.

They also told me my mum was going home with me, and my parents would take her back to Russia.

That evening, my mother and I went to pick up my backpack from the airport.

The train was going in the opposite direction, so we decided to go to the border.

My mother was very upset.

She said, if I hadn™T arrived in the train station in Torshin, my father would have taken me back to Kiev, and then I would have been in prison for two months.

She was very emotional.

I said, I don´t want this to happen to you, and the next thing I remember I was crying with my mother in the hospital.

After I had left, I contacted the Russian embassy in London and told them what had happened, and asked them to help me find