The evening I was handcuffed by two traffic officers, neither of them had the slightest idea who I was.

They thought I was just another young woman driving alone, someone they could intimidate without consequences. But when they discovered the identification hidden in my pocket, their arrogance vanished. And what happened afterward would expose years of corruption that had gone unpunished.

My name is Victoria Sokolova, and that evening began like any ordinary drive home.