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I'm searching. I'm Hello and welcome to Redhanded. Where?

I was trying to think of something about the red scare, the red army.

I should have thought that through better, but I didn't. Instead, I spent the last

however many weeks, however many years it feels like drowning in Russian soup.

Borsh. Borsh. Which is also red.

You've just been a tiny baby with a neck pillow and a big bowl of Borsh.

And if you don't know what she's talking about, that's because you don't follow us on Instagram

and you are a bad spigabit. But we forgive you because you're here now and that's all that matters.

And we got a hell of a few cases for you. Yes, this is one of those ones that we thought was

going to be reasonably strict. Yep. And now it's spiraled not out of control. It's spiraled

into a very controlled explosion of knowledge. Which is probably how the people at the heart of

our show today would spin something that was completely out of control. So let's do it. Let's talk

about it. On the 4th of November 2006, a man complaining of unbearable stomach pain and constant

vomiting was admitted to Barnett General Hospital in North London. The man who spoke with a Russian

accent said that his name was Edwin Carter and that he believed he'd been poisoned by none other

than Vladimir Putin, the president of Russia. Naturally, the staff at the hospital were not

totally convinced. The man was incredibly sick. Had whatever was wrong with him, started to mess with

his mind. But on Carter's insistence, the police were called. And when news reached the London

Metropolitan Police, they too found themselves skeptical of the story they were hearing.

Carter claimed to be a former KGB colonel and he was insisting that the reason that he was in

that hospital bed with his mouth, throat and stomach covered in excruciating ulcers was because

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