My husband called me and in a breaking voice cried: 'Run! Kostya has been arrested!' I asked: 'Run where?' Praise God, my son was two minutes away from my work, surrounded by three policemen, and next to him was our car with open doors. I said, that this is my son and this is our car. Policeman answered: 'The car is stolen, it doesn't matter that it belongs to your father. It is taken without permission - that is theft.'