Trofimov Andrey Nikolaevich was born on September 16, 1966, lived in Moscow, civil activist, veteran of the democratic movement, defender of the White House in 1991, married. On October 17, 2023, under paragraph «d» of Part 2 of Article 207.3 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation, Part 2 of Article 280 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation, Article 30, Article 208 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation, he was sentenced by the Konakovo City Court of the Tver Region to 10 years in a strict regime penal colony. Deprived of liberty since May 7, 2022. In June 2024, he became a defendant in a case under Part 2 of Article 205.2 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation (justification of terrorism).
Source: memopzk.org
No. 15574070 Sender: Andrey Nikolaevich Trofimov, born 1966
Hello! I’m writing on Saturday, 08/06, in response to your letters from 01/05, 08/05, 29/05, and 05/06. I am doing well: I am a convict. On 30/05, I received and signed for a copy of the final court ruling (about 10 years in a high-security regime). On the standard prison route, the next station is the transfer from the pre-trial detention center to the colony. But I got on a train going in the other direction 😊. I am staying in the Tver pre-trial detention center and will be here for a long time (either until the end of state madness, or for another year). Because my next criminal case is starting—for the «final word» in court on the first case (see Kasparov.ru from 24/07/23). An additional investigation is currently underway, but soon I will officially be charged under parts 1 and 2 of article 205.2 and article 280.3 (right now I’m charged under articles 280, 207.3, and 208—I am setting a record). This makes me happy: my final word is loud, let them promote it even more. And a solitary cell in the pre-trial detention center is much more convenient for writing letters and reading good books than a barrack in the colony (by the way, I recommend «Escape Attempt» by the Strugatsky brothers—an incredibly relevant novel).
Regarding other matters: from the 01/05 newsletter, I request details about the restoration of contact with Voyager 1 (how did they make such onboard memory that it is functional after 47 years?). From the 08/05 newsletter, I request details about the Psyche spacecraft (whose is it, what is its mission, from what distance from Earth was the laser IR communication established?). And what does Kara-Murza write for The Washington Post? (my censorship situation now is such that they will let Kara-Murza’s text through to me. Only in Russian, of course 😊). From the 29/05 newsletter: your good mood and warm rays reach me perfectly. I laughed about Google’s AI successes. Please provide details about the lack of a sense of humor in artificial intelligence. Here’s a joke on this topic: «Shtirlitz was hit in the head by a bullet. ‘Explosive,’ thought Shtirlitz.»
Of all types of food service, fast food is the most important for us. I love it: I remember the line at the first McDonald’s in Moscow in 1990. Do you have a Chicken House in Rostov? Pay attention to this franchise, born in Tver but now expanding further. In the district center of Konakovo, near where I lived in a country house before my arrest, Chicken House was the only fast food, and it was enough for me; I didn’t even want McDonald’s (and I’ve seen McDonald’s not only in Moscow, but also in Kyiv, Yalta, and Tbilisi). To the operatives in the pre-trial detention center who might get tense here, I want to remind them that the initiation of a new criminal case should be celebrated with a «Combo Chicken» from Chicken House on Vagzhanova Street in Tver 😊.
From the 05/06 newsletter, I request details about the Chinese mission to bring back soil from the far side of the Moon. Did it succeed? I remind the youth that the first soil from the visible side of the Moon was brought back by American astronauts in July 1969, and in 1970, the Soviet automatic station Luna-16 managed to do this (developed by the Lavochkin Association in Khimki near Moscow, chief designer — Georgy Nikolaevich Babakin). The USSR managed to repeat this success two more times. In the Lavochkin Museum (where I worked in 1989-91), there are two charred spheres the size of a large watermelon—the descent vehicles that delivered the soil from the Moon. When I saw them, I took out a clean handkerchief and rubbed the sphere with my finger through the handkerchief. And for a long time, I showed everyone the soot, the carbon of which flew from Khimki to the Moon and back.
My letters can be published. Good luck.
A.N.T.
