This story begins with a chance meeting. On Christmas Eve, I was walking in the snow-covered city of Lviv, a strong wind was blowing. I was trying to light a cigarette, when I ran into a man.
By Taras Zozulinskyy
He turned, and I recognized him as an officer of Ukraine’s Security Service. We met many years ago, when my editor and I had a meeting with the head of the anti-corruption and organized crime unit of the Security Service. This officer was also at the meeting.
“Why don’t you look out, you are knocking people down? What are you doing?”