This is the story of a young girl, about eighteen years old. And she, like a catacomb dweller, fell into the clutches of investigators. The KGB investigators were determined to break her at any cost. After unsuccessful interrogations, threats and beatings, they brought her to a special room. This was no ordinary investigator's office. There was a couch in it, and on the white-covered table were vials of all sizes. There was also a chair, like those you might see in any dentist's office. But this wasn't a dentist's chair, but a very special one, with many wires and belts. There was also a hospital stretcher. The man in this room was dressed like a doctor, in a white coat. He asked me:
— What case are you accused of and why were you brought here?
I replied:
- I don't know.
"Well, that 'I don't know' is why you're here. But everyone here confesses. And you, too, will recant your 'I don't know'..."
With these words he led me to a chair and said:
- Sit down!
I sat down and, closing my eyes, began to call upon the Savior in my mind: "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!" I love this prayer so much that I pray it constantly. And then the man in white, I felt, fasten some kind of belt around me, and I was pressed against the back of the chair. He pressed something cold against my head. He wet my stockings, and my legs were pinned as well...
And I prayed and prayed, surrendering myself to God's will. And I wasn't afraid at all. I was as if in a daze, as if beside myself, in the sense that what he was doing didn't concern me at all. The Lord had granted me such great mercy that I was completely absorbed in prayer, light and joyful. And the man in white repeated several times, confused:
— I can't understand what's wrong? What's wrong?! Everything's working fine, isn't it?!!
How much time had passed since I entered this office, I didn't know. It wasn't my concern... He kept unbuckling and fastening his belts. Finally, he removed something from my legs, freeing my chest, throat, and seat belt.
"Glory to Thee, Lord! Glory to Thee!" I said silently, sighed freely, and opened my eyes.
And he, pale and tired, looked at me for a long time in silence. And then, in a low voice, he asked:
— Tell me... Why doesn’t electric current affect you?
I replied:
- I don't know.
And they took me away.
Source: https://true-orthodox.narod.ru/library/epifany/iljinskaja/epifany.html









