They say I lie, I slander honest people,
I’ve invented a pile of kompromat.
I recall and reproduce in memory —
Not what it SEEMED, but the presence of facts.

Even if you don’t trust intuition
And body language,
Change your positions,
Because the racket has an itch…

All right. Logic will go to work.
It will describe the untruth.
By the method of a venal historian,
A savior of hostages. And not ONLY.