Seviarynets told how the colony administration "congratulated" him on his birthday and thought to mock him as a believer

Pavel Seviarynets at the celebration of Freedom Day in Vilnius, March 25, 2026

For several months they didn't give me SHIZO — because I was brought there after the terrible death of Vitold Ashurak. The authorities themselves were overwhelmed by the noise and outrage, and for some time they didn't brutalize. Moreover, a lawyer visited me from time to time, my relatives outside didn't keep silent — and they were initially afraid to act harshly.

Of course, they came up with a couple dozen violations, made me a "malicious offender" (shopping not for 5 basic units, but for 2), took away visits, parcels (in the colony this is called "to strip of resources")... But the millstones turn, grind, orders come — my time also came.

They deliberately chose a funny reason — I didn't greet an administration employee. But it was clear that it was just a pretext.

At the punishment commission, the chief read from his mobile phone a "Svaboda" (Freedom) post about politician Pavel Seviarynets being held in the Shklov colony.

— You interfere with our work, Seviarynets. 10 days in SHIZO.

As it should be in such cases, they twist your arms — and lead you into the corridor. And there, my people, about fifteen people in uniform — and like, you know, a sudden birthday greeting, such an approving hum and applause, natural applause!

— Ooh! Seviarynets! Hands up! Come on! Gooo!!!

"Hands up" — means they twist them so hard that your forehead touches the floor. They take you into the regime office.

— To the floor! Hands behind your back! Lie down!!!

If you've been given days (of punishment) — that's it, the employees can "go all out".

You lie there, swallowing dust and sand with convulsive breaths, your heart pounding, gasping for air, boots stomping around on the floor.

— Legs wider! Lie down, I said!

They'll come in, kick your legs to spread them wider, admire it. Beauty.

Here we go, I think, guy. The show must go on.

And in SHIZO they took me to cell number 20 (it's drafty, opposite the courtyards, perfect for winter) — and warned:

— You'll report that you're in cell number 13. Understood?

Such is the awareness of these comrades — Seviarynets, he's like a believer. So, if it's cell number 13, he must be oh-so-scared. Understood? How cleverly thought out, huh?!

And at that very moment, I let go.

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