We were taken to the Okrestino detention centre. We saw a man there lying on the ground bleeding with two doctors next to him.
Another person was also lying there and trying to get up, but he could not. They didn't even try to help him, only hit him once with a stick, and started beating others. It was not until we arrived at Okrestino that we realized we were not the only ones detained in the city that evening.
We spent two days in a cell designed for three people. At first, there were 13 of us, but then two guys were hospitalized: one had had his legs lacerated by a grenade, and the other was simply beaten too severely.
We were lucky enough to get detained very early and avoid being beaten by the riot police. They didn't beat us that much. Only once were we taken out into the yard and beaten with sticks, which is nothing compared to the stories other people tell.
We were given a loaf of bread just once in two days. There were 11 of us, we had not eaten for two days by then, but no one took the last piece of that loaf.
There were three beds, where we slept head-to-toe, plus a bench and a wooden table, which made a total of eight sleeping places. Having slept a little, you got up and said, "Well, whose turn is next?"
There was one Azerbaijani in the cell who respected the president very much. We asked him after the beating in the courtyard, "Well, have you changed your mind?" He nodded his head moodily.
We shared our stories. The guys said that they had been walking peacefully when the riot police blocked their way to grab them and drag them into the paddy wagon. The people around had become very angry, started throwing stones at the vehicle, and blocked it with cars. The riot police officers inside became very scared, jumped out with their pump-action shotguns, and started shooting people point-blank. One man received two penetrating wounds to the chest, according to the doctors who had been resuscitating him. They had demanded hospitalization for the guy, however he had been taken to Okrestina instead. One of the guys in our cell had a pant leg coloured maroon by that man's dried blood. The guys had been brutally beaten in the paddy wagon, but they were lucky enough to get into our cell, where they were no longer treated so badly.
There was a cell opposite ours designed for six people, which however contained over 40. They were literally suffocating in there. Voices of panic could be occasionally heard – the people did not have enough oxygen.
The guys in our cell had been taken on August 9, so all the information we had came from the guards. The picture looked very contradictory: we felt like the scales would turn soon, but it was not clear on which side. The officers would come and say something like, "That's it, Tikhanovskaya [an opposition leader] has been captured, she spewed her guts out, har-dee-har."
There were those who secretly told us what was actually going on: the protests continued, there were more victims, barricades. The people had not surrendered. In general, our mood was high.