At 17:00 I performed at the same Lesnaya venue of the Tradition festival, where Alexander Dugin then gave a lecture…
We met Daria after these performances in the tent for the team of organizers and speakers. It was around 19:00. I briefly joined him and my father at one of the tables, discussing past performances. Alexander Gelyevich introduced Daria, we exchanged contacts, talked about various things, including the school where we both studied…
Returning home, I wrote to her on WhatsApp at 21:48. The message was not read.
Now for the strange episode in the parking lot.
They write that the bomb was most likely planted there. I arrived at the festival by car and, without entering the so-called VIP parking (although a pass was issued), I parked right at the entrance to it. While I was getting out, collecting things from the front passenger seat and so on, a guy literally got attached to me and started asking a lot of questions. He seemed to be one of the volunteers standing a little further away with the lists, but he wasn’t wearing the orange festival T-shirt. How much does such a car cost? Does it run on petrol or gas? Imagine – dozens, if not hundreds of cars, a narrow passage between two of them and a guy who asks stupid questions, not allowing you to pass. I try to be polite – I don’t know, look on the Internet; Of course not gasoline or are you kidding? He just won’t let up – is she Russian or foreign? I’m breaking down – are you a fool or what? Where are you from, where do you live? In Moscow, he says. Learn to use Google, I answer, move him out of the way and go to the landing.
What was that? Was he holding my attention or was he just trying to make a bad joke? I am sure that the competent authorities are already communicating with volunteers in the parking lot and I know for certain that they are already asking car owners for DVR recordings.”
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