When I slowly came to, it took me a few seconds to assess my situation. I was sitting, my hands handcuffed behind me and my legs strapped to the metal feet of a chair. I was completely naked. I quickly looked up, wincing from the pain where he had hit me over the head.  “So I strip-search you in case you wearing a bug…,” he announced in his thick Russian accent and broken English. “Just standard protocol in our work, … Continue reading A Compromising Position