Something had to be done about the appearance. And I decided to grow a beard and mustache, changing my appearance. To do this, he built a beard and mustache from cotton wool, fitted it to his face and put on glasses. Appearance immediately turned me from a young man into an elderly man. Exactly what was required in this extraordinary case. I sat unshaven in my apartment for three days. During this time, enough garbage has accumulated, and in order to extend the time of my confinement, I began a major cleaning. After packing everything I thought was rubbish in trash bags, I nonchalantly walked out to the elevator. At the same time, the neighbor Ira also approached the elevator, she had previously been friends with my wife, when I was still not alone.

– Oh, hello Valentine, you don’t know that they decided to grow a beard?

– I’m single now, that now I’m forbidden to change my appearance, or something, I need to look for a wife for myself, here you are, for example, how do you look at it?

– Oh, no, no, I heard from Lena how you lived there with her, but not this! – the question was categorically closed by Ira, it's good that the elevator arrived on the first floor. I wished my neighbor a good day, threw two heavy bags into the trash and returned home. It remains to

wait until my gray hair grows on my head and the beard takes shape to an unrecognizable face that makes it possible to go out. And if they suddenly try to find me through the military registration and enlistment office, they probably won’t succeed, since through the efforts of the former presidents before the war, all the military registration and enlistment offices were not digitized by an electronic filing cabinet, and my photo is there thirty years ago, you can’t find me using it, and even through the passport the department will not work, since my passport photo is ten years old, so that, of course, comrades from the SBU will of course grab someone for a report, since I have a rather average appearance, there are a dime a dozen on the streets of Kiev. Sitting in the kitchen, thinking about this, I washed down my “thoughts of my horses,” as Gazmanov sings, with a fair amount of Noy cognac. And having finally calmed down, arranging his thorns in such a way as to seem not himself, he went on foot to Petrovka to an electronics store for a laptop. My path passed by a gas station, and I suddenly noticed my identikit on a pole. I carefully tried to tear off the photo, I succeeded, though part of the sheet remained there, but the photo was completely saved. I carefully folded the paper and hid it, and moved on. In the store, the seller brought me a laptop from the warehouse, set up the program, and I paid $ 600, with a light soul, I went home the same way, carefully, looking around to see if I was being followed. At home, he began to set up mail and Google in order to go through the news and reports from the front. On the Youtube website, I found a news

report that Russian paratroopers blew up the world's largest cargo plane "Mriya", but the details, such as, just before that, an almost homemade atomic bomb, which was planned to be dropped on the Kremlin, was removed from its board . Not a word was said about this, only that before the explosion of the Mriya, they removed all valuable equipment from the aircraft. The lieutenant colonel told me about the atomic bomb in a confidential conversation with me, we just observed the clouds of smoke from this explosion when we arrived in Belaya Tserkov. Then the reconnaissance detachment of paratroopers was evacuated by three helicopters, and the equipment removed from the board was taken out by a cargo helicopter MI-11. After the news, he began to look for the distinctive features of his appearance with an identikit. There was no way to find me in this image, no matter how I turned the sheet in front of my eyes, everything was in vain, there was no resemblance even close. And I realized that I was no longer in danger. And here before me it came to me that he did not take into account only one thing, that in a conversation with the lieutenant colonel he said his home address, and he wrote it down in his notebook. So you have to wait for the guests for a reason, he gave me a password and a review in case of failure. How prudently I did not tell Boris Eduardovich Sosnin my address, and he did not ask me for it. So the SBU will hold conversations with prejudice and it turns out that at the Italian Pizza company they don’t have such an employee as in the identikit portrait, and the concierge also doesn’t know who came to Boris Eduardovich, so I’ll be waiting for guests, it seems that I’m not they will find our organs, that's one hundred percent, but if the liaison turns up to Sosnin, then the traces will lead him to me. On the other hand, in order to find out the reasons for the failure of the residency, they will definitely send a more experienced intelligence officer, I think that he will be able to get away from surveillance, and over time I expected more and more guests. There was nothing left for me to do but change my appearance and, if possible, stay at home until I turn into the appearance of Robinson Crusoe, with such a disguise I certainly will not be recognized. But still, you need to go out to buy groceries, but at least to the garbage cans, throw out the garbage. In the meantime, more and more reports came from the theater of operations. Ukrainian mercenaries began to intensively fire on the unfortunate residents of Donetsk, and Russia, after the voluntary surrender of

Kherson, got stuck near Solidar and Bakhmut. In Ukraine, the government that came to power as a result of a bloody coup in 2014, the collective West, led by the United States, began to supply a mass flow of obsolete military equipment under the slogan “War against Russia to the last Ukrainian.” This trench warfare has reached a stalemate because most business people in Russia who have accumulated their capital are oriented towards the West, where the total capital of their private companies by the end of 2022 amounted to $ 5.5 billion, which the US successfully confiscated, under the auspices of military assistance collapsing Ukraine. Thus, the Russian capital accumulated in the West turned into a weapon against Russia itself. Thanks must be said to the United States, who seized power in Ukraine, for such gifts from the narrow-minded oligarchs who are still sitting in the State Duma, never realizing that their time has long ended, ever since the erroneous prestige in front of each other, boasting in building up the dollar supply in Western banks, changing expensive Swiss watches on their hands and suits at exorbitant prices, siphoned resources from the country, brought them to a wretched state of affairs and almost ruined the military defense industry. This is what Valentin Baran Yuryevich began to understand in the state of the international situation, a military noose tightening around the neck not only of Ukraine, but also of Russia, Western patrons of the criminal government of Nenka, in which I, Baran Yuryevich, was inspired to be born and grow up, to graduate from school and the Soviet aviation university. After scrolling through informational sites on my laptop, I decided to sort out my finances. Twenty thousand hryvnia, the security company's severance pay has already amounted to 9,000, plus six thousand US rubles, at the exchange rate, this is equal to 24 thousand hryvnia, a total of 33,000 hryvnia. If you spend on food, you can somehow live a year, and then what? I looked hard at the mirror, unshaven with gray hair, an unwashed bum was looking at me from the mirror: “No, I won’t walk like such a garbage effigy,” I thought, and I went into the bathroom. After putting himself in order and attaching glasses to his nose, the picture completely changed. An intelligent appearance with a beard neatly trimmed in an oriental style was completely different from the real me, which made me incredibly happy. I let go of my longish gray hair and in the mirror I was looked at by a man wise by life experience, not yet an old man, full of strength and health. Satisfied with myself, I looked at the clock, the hands showed ten minutes to 10. Morning time, breakfast time. He fried himself scrambled eggs with sausage and onions, and brewed coffee, set to eating. A sudden knock on the door forced them to stop eating. A man in camouflage uniform and matching headdress stood in the peephole of the door. I saw that they were looking through the peephole, took out the certificates of the captain of the armed forces of Ukraine, Rudenko Petr Afanasyevich. I opened the door and asked unfriendly: